Well, if it isn'tyoung Billy Scanlon.
Good morning, Mr Ainsworth.
I... I heard arumour you was home.
And have you beenkeeping your nose clean?
Spotless, Sir.
Good man.
Though I shan't betaking your word for it.
Have you seen my wife?
Uh, most likely inthe office, Sir.
Or maybe in the kitchen.
Good to have youback, Mr Ainsworth.
Dirt was bad.
But now this?
Basta! Less noise, capiche?
And this... this...
'Scuze, Signora.
What's he saying?What's he saying?
He say you stronglike Italian woman.
Oh-ho, yes, yes.
I am. And don't you forget it.
Now, just go away.
Some things don'tchange around here.
For your information,I'm on holiday.
From your wife,I'm led to believe.
Look...
this marriage business,
I grant you it'snever straightforward.
You know, it can takemonths, years even,
for a chap and hisgirl to work out.
You know, work outhow best to rub along.
By living apart, you mean?
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
I'll pretend I didn't say it.
My, my, we are sharp today.
We'll cut ourselvesif we're not careful.
Have you seen your mother today?
She was on the terracelast time I looked.
Oh, um, nice to see you again.
Not you as well.
Did you sleep anybetter, Mr Chancellor?
Yes, very.
I'm so pleased to hear it.
- And you, Miss Chancellor?- Oh, very well thank you.
Yes. Quite well...
Will you excuse me?
- Good morning.- Morning, Bella.
Blast it to hell, woman!
Albani.
Ainsworth.
Please, won't you join me?
Oh.
Don't mind if I do.
So...
what an unexpected pleasureto see you back in Portofino.
At last.
A warm welcome
from someone who maypossibly even mean it.
Oh, are these ours?
Yes. Well, theybelong to the hotel.
Great. I suppose that meansthat I can borrow one.
Ah, well they're meantfor the guests, Luce.
No one's using this one.
Alright. If you have a gooduse for it, I suppose you can.
Well, I thought I might takeone up into the mountains.
Do some sketchingfor that painting.
Oh, that would be marvellous.
Hello. Buon giorno.
Grazie.
- Here you are.- Oh, there's a telegram for you.
Ooh, that'll be from Nish.
Any news?
Uh, he is not coming.
Not coming, oh,darling, I'm so sorry.
That's disappointing.
It's alright. A bit ofa long shot, anyway.
Oh well, on the bright side,
that's even moretime for painting.
Quite.
There you are.
You're still angry with me?
No.
What is it then?
I keep thinkingabout the driver,
Giaconelli's driver.
What about him?
He'll be killed, won't he?
Perhaps.
Perhaps?
Yes, of course. Mostlikely he will die.
Is that what you want me to say?
And you see noproblem with that?
He's a fascist collaborator.
But also a son, maybe afather, a husband, a brother.
There's no other option.
But to fight violencewith violence?
Hatred with hatred?
Yes!
It is fatal to hesitate!
And to think about a humanityfor they see no humanity in us.
It is hard for you, I know.
You're full oftenderness, compassion.
Yes.
It is why I love you.
Perhaps you shouldgo back to Portofino.
At least until this is over.
You could stop for lunch
and then continueon to San Giorgio.
It's definitely worth a visit.
Please, do take that with you.
Have a wonderful day.
Thank you.
Fancy.
What a strangechoice for the foyer.
Indeed, I mean, evenshe looks embarrassed.
Hmm, you are funny, Jane.
Who is the dog?
That is Bubbles, Mrs Ainsworth.
Didn't they tell youthey were bringing a dog?
They certainly did not.
Yeah, they pickedhim up in France.
There's another thing.
Um, they're not happy withthe room, Mrs Ainsworth.
They were expecting a sea view.
Oh.
Also, Ma'am, um, apparentlythey're veterinarians.
What's that got todo with anything?
You know, Ma'am, they...they don't eat meat.
Vegetarians?
Good morning.
Oh, poor Betty. Sheswears by good steak.
Shall I go and warn her, Ma'am?
Yes, you better, Billy.
Do you think this might all besome kind of elaborate test,
Mrs Ainsworth?
Yes.
That had occurred to me.
And they might bethe inspectors.
They chose the paintings.
Constance, I think you're right.
What are we going do?
Don't fret, Ma'am.We'll manage.
Are you happy here, Bubbles?
You look like you coulddo with some refreshment.
You are always so considerate.
Thank you.
Looks like it's coming on.
You have made a decisionabout the building work?
No, no, I haven't quite.
Well, I will carry on untilyou tell me otherwise.
I hear you have a newarrival at the hotel.
Yes. My husband.
You were expecting him?
No, not really.
He has been away for some time.
Nine months.
That is a long time to be apart.
Of course, it'snone of my business.
I said that Ico-owned the hotel.
Yet you have barelyspoken of him.
Oh, just as you've barelyspoken of your wife.
I told you, Helena hasbeen dead 11 years.
It is all so long ago.
Nonetheless, I'm stillcurious to hear about her,
and why you never remarried.
I'm not that much of a prize.
I find that veryhard to believe.
My family and I,
we have nailed ourcolours to the wrong mast.
We are of the wrongpolitical persuasion.
Or perhaps the right one.
Mot if you want to carry on
running an architect'spractice in Milan.
Or find clients in your hometown
who aren't crazy Englishladies with big ideas,
but little knowledgeof Italian politics.
So, you too have fallenfoul of Signor Danioni?
Nothing has ever been said,
but my order booksspeak for itself.
Yes. I'm sorry.
Oop.
I shall let you carry on.
Thank you.
It's Mr and MrsBriggs, if you ask me.
She's the cousin of an earl.
So, even toffs needto make a living.
Uh, what about Colonel Hammond?
Maybe he looks more the type.
I'm telling you, it'sthe Dodsworth sisters.
My money's on that Mr Bertram.
Oh no, no, Mrs Ainsworthsaid he's a poet.
And, and snooty.
You can hardly imagine him
turning his handto travel guides.
Hmm, and what about his mother?
Oh, she does nothingbut eat and sleep.
It won't be much of a review.
Ah, I hear SanGiorgio was a success?
It was lovely.
I'm so pleased. Good night.
- Good night.- Good night.
I think I'll call it nightthere, if you don't mind.
Why would I mind?
You know me,
never walk awayfrom an open bottle.
Goodnight, Ainsworth.
Goodnight, old boy.
Bella?
Bella, for heaven's sake.
It's locked.
Yes, I can see that.
Just let me in.
I'd rather not.
That was a mean trick.
Leaving me to make myown way from the station.
But... you shouldn't havejust shown up like that.
Without warning.
You can't avoid me forever.
And what's in this second room?
Fitness. So, you get us allhot and bothered in there.
So, you get us all hotand bothered in there.
And then you move usinto the adjoining room
for a massage anda beauty treatment.
Ah, well it's more abouthealth and wellbeing
than cosmetics, darling.
If you say so.
So, what do you think?
Oh, yes. Yeah, yeah.
The plans certainly, uh,certainly passed muster.
Oh, Luce, you sound so... rude.
I mean, look at the-the design,the-the use of the space.
The...- Of course. I'm sorry.
You have a fineeye, Mr Bonacini.
- Thank you.- Poor Marco.
He's been my soundingboard in your absence.
I've bent his ear overthread count of the towels
to the profit margins.
Hello.
What are you two cooking up?
We are lookingover Mother's plans
to build a healthand beauty empire.
Ah.
Oh, forgive me.
Signor Bonacini, err,this is the architect,
this is my husband,Cecil Ainsworth.
Welcome back to Portofinoafter such a long time away.
Architect, you say?
Seems a spot excessivefor a tile and paint job.
It's so much more than that.
Well, what is ityou want, Cecil?
Oh, well I-I washeading into town.
I thought I might see ifyou perhaps needed anything.
Ah, well, Lucian isgetting the train to Genoa.
All my needs are taken care of.
Good, good.
Well...
shall we have another look atthose column plans that you had?
- Yes.- I did have a few questions.
- Oh, oh, the columns.- Yes, yes.
This is piece de resistance.
It's too bright out here.Really, it's far too bright.
Young man, theparasols! The parasols!
This is not good enough.
Is that who I think it is?
They've got Billy runningaround after them like a slave.
Shall we?
Hmm.
Sorry that my company'sbeen rather...
foisted upon you this afternoon.
I told your mother I'd be finegoing into Genoa on my own, Sir.
Well, it's a bit of athree-line whip, I'm afraid.
Plus, we have enough errandsto keep us both busy...
into the middle of nextweek, by the looks of things.
Danioni.
Signor Ainsworth.
I was told the Englishgentleman was back in Portofino.
- Gentleman now, is it?- Ah.
Ah, I see you'vemoved the old fella.
Oh yes.
Where I can see him. Yeah.
- And where he can see you, huh?- Please, take a seat.
A souvenir from bonny Scotland.
Courtesy of LordRoss Cannon himself.
Very nice, ooh, let's see.
Wow.
And, a little somethingto help it slip down
even more smoothly.
25 percent from 500 cratesshipped last quarter.
Feel free to count it.
- Or don't.- Let's have some, yeah?
Why not?
Thank you.
God bless the Volstead Act, eh?
Long live prohibition.
- Salute.- Salute.
Hmm.
So, what's all thisabout, Danioni?
Well, I have toldyou all I know.
Well, is there aproblem in Bermuda?
No, I don't think so.
The shipping to Canada?
Like clockwork.
What about the US border?
As far as I know, the rightpeople are being paid, so...
Well...
Perhaps there's some sortof problem in Detroit,
a turf war maybe.
No, my contact would'vetold me. No, no, no, no.
Well, there'sdefinitely no problem
with the merchandise,that much I know.
Then what?
What are they so bloodykeen to talk to us about?
Look...
if I know you're here,then they do, right?
So, we will not waittoo long to find out.
Thank you.
- I forgot to ask.- Mm-hmm.
You don't happen to know aman called Bonacini, do you?
- The architect?- Yes.
Yeah, I know him.
What can you tell me about him?
Well, he had a practicein Milan, very successful.
But then he sold it and movedback after his mother died.
And moved back afterhis mother died.
Is he one of yours?
- You mean a party member?- Yeah.
Hmm. Far away from it.
His father was a-ateacher. A socialist.
- A socialist?- Mm-hmm.
Yeah. How fascinating.
How fascinating.
- Yeah.- And, uh, Bonacini?
Hmm.
He lives actually a quiet life.
With his wife and children?
No, he has no family.
Signora Bonacini...
died in childbirth,
and the baby as well.
Why do you ask?
- No reason.- Alright.
He's doing somework for my wife.
I see.
Arrivederci.
Very good day to you.
I am sure that you are busy
with all sorts of happyschemes and devilry.
But it would mean so much
to once again havesomeone to confide in.
Grazie.
Are you ready?
So, it wasn't a completelywasted trip, then?
One letter. Poste Restante.
I don't know why they don'tsend it to her at the hotel.
I'm sure there's asimple explanation.
So, we have onehour and one quarter
until our train.
Would you like to...
possibly get something to eat?
I'm not very hungry.
I'd love to look around.
Good.
Where are we going first?
That is the mostridiculous story.
It's true.
Shh.
It's... amazing.
The most beautifulbuilding I've ever seen.
I don't supposeyou're hungry now?
I could... I could eat.
Good.
I didn't bringany money, though.
A-ha-ha-ha.
Welcome.
Oh.
Bella Ainsworth,you have no idea
how good it is to seeyou. Just to be here.
And you have no ideahow delighted we are
to have you back, Miss Pascal.
Oh, I'm just sorry to have toput you to this extra trouble.
Trouble, what do you mean?
The boat, your suit, the sunset.
Honestly, this has beenthe highlight of my day.
You do have a happy knack
of making the mosttheatrical of entrances.
Oh. Except it's not mynormal style. Right.
Slip in the back way.
Yes, I was ratherwondering about
the necessity for a precaution.
The vultures haven'tdescended yet?
Vultures?
Photographers.
Well, I assume there'dbe a flock of them
flapping and squabblingat the gates.
Billy? Just the usualsparrows and pigeons, Ma'am,
Just the usual sparrowsand pigeons, Ma'am,
last time I checked.
Hmm.
Well, they'll be here withthe dawn chorus, honey.
Just you wait.
Ah, there you are.
Oh.
You're rather late.
Sorry, we ratherlost track of time.
Well, I-I was beginningto get worried about you.
It's alright, we justmissed the train.
And, Constance, did everythinggo according to plan?
CONSTANCE: Yes.
This is the receiptfrom the bank.
Oh, marvellous.
And this is what I picked upfor you at the post office.
Oh yes, of course. Thank you.
I'll be off to bed then.
- Of course.- Thank you.
- Sleep well.- Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Darling, I-I do hopethat wasn't too much
of a wasted day for you?
You know, it wasn't so bad.
Shouldn't you begoing to bed too?
Yes. Yes. I-I'll go right now.
Uh, goodnight.
My darling Bella.
I'm bursting with excitementto telling my news.
I've been engaged as a tutor
by the family ofone of my pupils
and am travelling toItaly in their company.
We arrive in Genoao onthe fourth of next month.
It is my only wishto see your sweet
and oft-imagined face again.
Forever yours, Henry.
What you doing?
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
It looks like you'relying in wait.
The only way I can get a wordwith my wife, apparently.
What do you want, Cecil?
A civil conversation, perhaps.
I have nothing to say to you.
I don't understandwhy you've come back.
There's nothing for you here.
Except the people I love.
I made a mistake.I know I did.
You're quite within yourrights to despise me.
God knows, I despise myself.
But I...
I've had a lot of time to think.
About you, me,
the life we've lived together.
And I've come torealise that I...
I haven't been the husbandyou must have hoped for.
Or... or deserved.
Of course, I could play thepoor me card, make excuses.
My brute of a father.
Being forced to marry youngagainst my inclination.
My bitterness at seeing themoney we should have used
to build our life together
being frittered away ondeath duties and land taxes.
But... that's all it would be.
Feeble excuses.
All I know is...
when you're here...
and I'm back in London,
I feel...
I feel half the man Ido when I'm with you.
How can I ever trust you again?
I could ask you the same thing.
- Cecil!- We made a vow, Bella.
For better or worse.
And I for one want to do better.
I will, I will do better.
Whatever it takes.
Is that it?
Have you said your piece?
Yes. That's it.
We're bound together, you and I.
Whichever way you look at it.
-I quite fancy oneof them sorbets now.
-Oh, that would be lovely.
- Si?- Grazie.
No, thank you.
Hey, Connie,
you could do a lotworse, you know?
- Betty!- What?
He doesn't understand a word.
Grazia.
Daft as a brush aren'tyou, petal, hey?
But very good looking.
If you fancy themall swarthy like.
Oh, maybe it's you whofancies them swarthy, hmm?
Not that one.
He's like a bearwith a sore head.
And light-fingered to boot.
You can't prove hestole your knife, Betty.
Oh, you just watch me.
I mean it, though.
You should givesome serious thought
to marrying an Italian.
Settling out here, like.
I'm in no positionto marry anyone.
That's just what I mean.If you marry a foreigner,
you could tell him yourhusband was killed in the war.
It'd be harder to question.
There'd be a fatherfor little Tommy,
and you'd be freerto be yourself, love.
Safe from otherpeople's judgements.
Well, if I ever do marry,
it'll be quite a differentsort of man than that.
Besides, I don't think it'sme Bruno really has eyes for.
Urgh.
What? None of that concerns you.
On the contrary, itmost certainly does.
I don't need yourpermission, Cecil.
Oh, just yourfather's, I imagine.
If you are going to be ableto pay for it, that is.
I have been paying for it outof the profits of the hotel,
if you must know.
Let's not fight.
I was going to say,
jolly good ideaI thought it was.
I mean, if I hadone tiny criticism,
it would be that I don't thinkyou're being ambitious enough.
- Not ambitious enough?- No.
Cecil, I have built thishotel single-handedly
whilst you sataround smoking cigars
and reading the racing tips.
I mean, how could you possiblylecture me on ambition?
Look, I know, I know, I know.
You've made a terrific goof it, despite the Italians.
Oh, despite your lazy cynicism.
I admit it.
I thought you were throwinggood money after bad.
Turns out you've gota real flare for it.
It's just... It's just what?
It's just what?
Why is there always a but?
Because at the currentrate of return,
it's going to be 20 years
before you've paidyour father back,
the capital sum heinvested in the place.
Well, do you haveanother suggestion?
Yes, I do.
Be bigger, bolder.
Stick a solarium onthe front of the house
to capture the winter sunand extend the season.
You could convert therooms in the attic.
What about those servants'quarters out front?
They could be additionalsuites for guests.
I can barely afford thework that I have undertaken.
And in fact, I'm probablygoing to have to pull the plug.
That would be a crying shame.
Yes, it's a disaster.
Have you thought aboutasking your father?
How many times doI have to tell you
I am never going to takeanother penny from my father?
And, um... whatabout little old me?
You.
Yes.
I invested the insurancemoney from the stolen Rubens.
I've been, err, dabblingin a commodity or two.
Just for once, everythingseems to be coming up roses.
Good.
Think of it...
think of it as apeace offering. Hmm?
Cecil, you are notgoing to buy your way
back into my affections.
Now, please leave myoffice, immediately.
Oh, do you mindif I take a look?
Oh, sorry, uh, my mistake.
I thought youmight be sketching.
Not my thing.
No? Well, what is your thing?
Uh, words.
Verse, more specifically.
Hmm, verse?
You-you had anything published?
Couple of small collections,novella that nobody read.
Oh blimey, you're...you're a real writer then.
Well, um, I should warn you,
we have been asked to expectan anonymous inspection.
So, if any of thestaff see you writing,
they will be on you like a rash.
Just so you know.
I'll bear that in mind.
Hmm.
So, are you holidaying or...?
That would be thelogical deduction.
With your, with your mother?
I believe sheanswers to that name.
And, with whom did you serve?
What makes you think I did?
Well, I'm, I'msorry. I, I saw that.
I just assumed.
Making assumptionsis a fool's business.
Right, well then,I'll bid you good day.
Marco, you shouldn'tbe doing that.
Don't worry, my man, Bruno,
he's very taken withyour maid, Paola,
and I do not have the heart totell him to get back to work.
That's very kind of you.
Well, I hate to leavea job half finished.
Finished?
You cannot magicmoney out of nowhere.
Or perhaps I can.
Your husband?
Yes.
Cecil has offered some money.
And you have decided to accept?
Well...
he's offered to payfor the spa extension.
I mean, this could makethe world of difference.
Besides, you'll no longerbe at the mercy of Danioni
and his ghastly politics.
That should not be your concern.
Most importantly,
it would allow us to finishwhat we've started here.
We? You mean the three of us?
No.
Cecil really has nointerest in any of this.
He will let us get on with it.
But I will be working for him.
Not strictly speaking.
And you will be in his debt.
No, he owes me agreat deal of money.
Please don't worry about that.
I'm excited.
Grazie.
Madam.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Urgh!- Stop!
Urgh!
Hey!
Hey, hey, stop!
Argh!
Urgh.
I reckon she must havebeen flirting with Bruno.
Don't you, Betty?
I was only teasing, Paola.
Hey, hey, none of that.
Come here.
Come here, you big dafty.
Oh, there.
Now, you listen to yourgood friend Elizabetta,
Paola sweetheart,
if you like him...
find a way to let him know.
In Italy this is not the way.
Thank you, honey.
Oh, grazie, Paola.
I thought you'd like to knowthere was a man with a camera
at the gate at four PMwhen Billy left for town.
And when he returned atsix, there were another two.
See? What'd I tell you?
Vultures, theyscavenge in packs.
I've never encounteredthem before.
Hmm. Well, they workedfor the magazines.
Scandal sheets.
If you ever set so much as atoe in front of a movie camera,
you're fair game.
So, do they followyou everywhere?
Only if they thinkyou're a story.
And are you?
There's a rumour goingaround my latest film set
that I'm carrying onwith my leading man.
Who just so happensto be engaged
to another of the studio'sbiggest female stars.
Oh, my goodness.
Well, what a thing tojust write about someone.
I said it was a rumour, honey.
I didn't say it wasn't true.
Oh, my word.
'Bathing beauty in hot water.
Claudine Pascal caughtwith her co-star.'
I couldn't helpnoticing your husband
is hanging aroundlike body odour.
Ah, yeah, we-well, we'vebeen apart for many months.
He's only just daredto show his face again.
And how's that going for you?
Well, I would need a verystiff drink and a lot of time
to go into that.- Well, I got all
the liquor we need.
Ah, but I don't haveany time, my dear.
Oh shh, take a load off, honey.
- I really do, I still have...- Tell Claudine all about it.
- So much to do.- No, no, no, I, you...
let someone elsestress about this place
just this once.
Do you really thinkthis is a good idea?
Negroni?
Well, only if my guest insists.
What is it? You're bleeding.
I, I needed to see you.
Has something happened?
You've come to sayyou're leaving.
No, no.
I've come to tell youthat this is my place.
Here, by your side.
This is where I'msupposed to be,
wherever that'll take me.
You're sure?
As I've ever beenabout anything.
Good.
Because I need you.
Come on.
When I was first married,
but after I got over the shock
of being separatedfrom my family
and being thrown into bedwith a complete stranger,
I think I did think I loved him.
Um, there was a lot of...
Passion.
There was.
You lau... but there was.
He had charm and,and, and magnetism.
Hmm. That stuffdon't last, honey.
That stuff don't last, honey.
Well, and I've beenperfectly happy
avoiding making adecision until...
well, now he's here, it's...
Hmm, you're forcedto ask yourself
what it is you really want.
Oh God, I would never do that.
No, it could be liberating.
Naming your needs.
Chasing your dreams.
I'm not as brave asyou are, my dear.
Hmm.
Then take him back.
Well, that's ratherunappealing, to be honest.
That was terribly cruel.
He's very funny, you know.
Hmm.
But the idea, the thoughtof separation or divorce,
all the... disapprovaland upheaval.
I- I-I find it terrifying.
What's the worstthat can happen?
Well, it's hard enoughbeing a woman here,
running a business
with a husband, even aslightly useless one.
Without a husband, itwould be nigh impossible.
There are so manyunwritten rules
and-and-and there'slaws, even, that-
and, and quite frankly,
I- I need the moneyhe's offering me.
Well, if it's a matter of money,I got a whole heap of that.
If anybody gives memoney, it has to be Cecil
because he has taken so muchoff of me over the years.
Well, you just have to decide
if the collateral he'llbe expecting in return
is a price worth paying.
That is a very,very astute point.
But, you know...
there is somethingto be said for, um,
the longevity in relationships.
For being witnessed, Imean, decade after decade.
We lost our little boy, you see.
Laurie.
And I do think there's somethingfrightfully... bonding,
binding about thatsort of... experience.
Do you understand?
I'll bear that in mind.
Although...
there is something to besaid for playing the field.
My goodness. He isfrightfully handsome.
If you ever do decide togive him the heave-ho,
as a woman as gorgeous as you,
as caring as you...- Stop!
Men would be buzzing around you
like bees at a honeysuckle.
Oh.
Well, what about that Henry guy?
Hmm.
Oh, poor Henry.
Well, Henry was, wasa... a port in a storm.
A safe harbour.
I- I-I stopped writing to him avery long time ago, I'm afraid.
Oh, there must be someone.
Oh, hold thatthought, honey, hmm,
we're gonna need another bottle.
Oh, yes.
I feel like rathera thirsty rabbit.
Oh, and don't forgetthe ice-cream.
Ice-cream.
Is he a Pomeranian?
No, he's a vegetarian.
He eats rice andvegetables, I'm afraid.
Never mind us, honey,
I think someone else'sneed is greater.
Would you like some?
-I've got a betteridea, Claudine.
What, what?
What are you doing?
I'm liberating him.
Out of small acts of rebellion,
mighty revolutions are born.
Go my friend, go.
Hello.
What have we here?
Bunking off, are we?
I often sit out here.
May I see?
Glad to see thatyou've kept it up.
You have real talent.
Thank you.
I best be getting back.
I enjoyed our littlejaunt yesterday.
Me too.
Pulled a lot of...
feelings to the surface...
..that I realise I've beentrying rather hard to suppress.
I was wondering...
what things might havebeen like last summer
if we had been able to...
let them run their course.
I- I don't know what to say.
I have said it.
You don't have to.
- This isn't right.- I don't give a fig.
- You're married.- It's a charade.
Constance, Constance, Ihave to follow my heart
this once.
Well, I can't believe it wouldlead you to the hired help.
You sound like my sister.
Then maybe youshould listen to her.
My poor Constance faces analmost impossible choice.
She must either turn her back
on the person she lovesmost in the world.
You alright, sweetheart?
Yes.
I'm fine.
Or sacrifice herselfto his needs,
and live with her regretsforever afterwards.
I must either tell mydarling girl to come home,
or put her poorchild up for adoption
if another lovinghome in the family
cannot be found for him.
Grazie.
Raffaele, no.
Raffaele, no! No, stop.
No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no!
Stop, stop, stop.
Nish, run!
That's the bloke who gaveMr Sengupta the pamphlets.
Assassination attempt.
Assassination?
Welcome to paradise.
They would like topropose an expansion.
By how much, exactly?
Listen carefully,Signor Ainsworth.
These are notpeople to say no to.
There's too manyprying eyes here.
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