Raffaele, no.
No, stop, stop.
Nish, run!
No, no.
Anything else?
Well, there's the garden...
at the Abbey Cervara,
which is definitelyworth a visit.
Uh...
they have the most wonderful
citrus trees, a-an orchard,it smells simply divine.
Goodness.
I'm so sorry. Would youexcuse me for one moment?
Welcome.
Oh, Signor Danioni.
Signora Ainsworth.
- Gosh.- Yeah, I know. She's a beauty.
Well, corruption must bea very profitable business
in Portofino.
Come on.
Unfortunately, thelady's not mine.
Oh. So, what is thelady doing here?
She's giving me a lift.
And jolly decent to her,too, wouldn't you say?
Do you know theowner of the car?
Yes, a businessassociate of mine.
Pretty big wheel inthese parts, eh, Danioni?
He is.
Ah, well, best notkeep him waiting.
- Please.- Oh, thank you. Bye-bye dear.
Arrivederci.
Good Lord.
Ah.
Buon giorno. Prego.
The last time I visitedan Italian casino,
some bandit robbed meblind of 20,000 Lira.
Let's hope our visit todaywill be more profitable.
- I'll drink to that.- Ah...
Age before beauty, old man.
Goodness gracious me.
What is it, Billy?
This photo.
What about it?
- Well, don't you recognise him?- No. Should I?
That's the bloke who gaveMr Sengupta the pamphlets.
The ones you hid underLady Latchmere's bed?
Yes. Can you read it?
I'll give it a go.
Bombaroli... um, police huntbombers in Turin, maybe,
and something about anassassination attempt.
Un ten-tato assass-in-io.
Assassination. Oh,that's not good then.
No.
What do you want?
No, no, no. It'salright, it's alright.
You cut me again, you klutz,
and it won't beme who's bleeding.
You understand? Capiche?
Gentlemen, welcome to paradise.
Huh? Let show youaround. Come on.
How's the-how's the car,come pick you up okay?
Uh, very nice.
- Yeah?- Yes.
Pretty nice, huh, you knowhow much that cost me?
I'm not gonna tell you.It's gonna make you blush.
Something else, huh?
Sure beats Detroit, huh?
Oh, are you, are you a native ofthat great metropolis, Mr Farrino?
Cecil, I told you,huh, you call me Lou.
But yeah, yeah, I was bornand raised in Hamtramck,
though, my folks,they're from Syracuse,
which, uh, makes me a properguinea, don't it, Danioni?
Yeah, a true Italian.
Well, uh, Lou, you...
you certainly seem to bespending a pretty penny
on the place.
Er, well, you're too kind,but, uh, no, no, it's not me.
Please. I represent theinterest of certain, uh,
business people backhome in Motor City.
Ah, of course.
Yeah. You gotta, you gottaspend a little to make a little.
Ain't that what they say?
- Sounds familiar.- Yeah.
So, gentlemen, to business.
Now, my employers,
they've instructed me to passon their heartfelt thanks
for the part that you haveplayed in establishing links
- to the Ross Cannon Distillery.- Oh.
So happy are they in fact,
that they would like to proposean expansion... forthwith.
Uh, by, by, byhow much, exactly?
Tenfold. A hundred,you name it.
America is dry, gentlemen,and America is thirsty.
I'm telling you, thereis unlimited demand
for whiskey as downrightdrinkable as this one.
Err, Ross Cannons is a...is a cottage industry.
I'm not sure they couldmanage 1,000 gallons a month,
let alone... 20.
Hmm.
Well...
just find someone who can.
Yeah.
But don't, don't we rather riskdrawing attention to ourselves
with the Canadian Coast Guardand the US Border Authority?
Well...
that's not really for you toworry about now, is it, Cecil?
But I appreciate yourconcern. I tell you what,
we will pay a dollarabove the agreed price
for every bottle thatwe manage to import.
And that, my friend, isa very generous offer.
I don't like beingdisappointed, Cecil.
- -You bring me good news.- Yes.
Come on.
Don't smile at me,move a little faster.
Tell me you have a bright idea.
Pick that up, come on.Where is everybody, huh?
Thank you so much.
Oh, thank you, darling.
- Are you having fun, Barton?- Yeah.
This recipe that Mrs Ainsworthgave me for melan... melan...
Zane.
Melanzane a la...
ah, it's gone, it'sgone, it's gone, love.
Parmigiana.
Melanzane a la parmi-whatsit, I,I can't make head nor tail of it.
- Can I help?- Oh.
I'm just hot and bothered.I think I will step outside,
get a breath of fresh airbefore we make a start.
Parmigiana de melanz...
Oh, I wanted toapologise... for last night.
I took the mostunpardonable liberty.
I didn't come totalk about that.
- Well, who gave you that?- Billy found it.
I've done my best tomake out what it says.
One of the guards was injuredand the bombers have escaped.
Well, I'll be damned.Who would've thought it?
- Billy was worried, Sir.- Sir?
I rather thinkwe're at the point
where you might callme Lucian, Constance.
Billy was worried,Lucian, that Mr Sengupta,
that he might have gothimself involved in something.
Nish? No, you can't...
you can't possiblythink that he's...
I don't know what to think.
Hey, hey! What are you doing?
Are you stealingmy cutlery again?
Turn out your pockets!
Oh, you Italianswith your horse meat
and, and your silly coffees!
Peacock!
What, is, is hebadmouthing me, Paola?
Out. I want youout of my kitchen.
What is the matter, Betty?
He is a thief.
What's all the fuss about?
A misunderstanding.
Here you go, Ma.
Will you be alright, Betty?
I'll be fine.
Just give me a minute.
Oh...
Paola?
Si?
Did you do this?
Not me.
Oh.
Paola.
You know, I never met aman in trade who I liked.
Well, who has?
I'm not even sure ifthey like themselves.
My point is, pay no heedto the doom mongers.
The sky is the limitfor the market.
You sound awfully bullish.
Better a bull thana bear, old man.
Gentlemen, I'm terribly sorry.
Might I ask you to move indoors?
Whatever for?
Uh, we've had acomplaint about the noise
from one of the guests. Poor MissDodsworth is trying to sleep.
I ought to be turning in anyway.
Oh, well goodnight, old boy.
- Yes, goodnight.- I am sorry.
Goodnight.
What are you doing?
The bloody cheek of it!
It's very late.
That fellow was giving me somevery useful tips on stocks.
- You fetid little busybodies.- Shh, they're listening.
Come on, they're acouple of nobodies.
Nobodies who might very well
be working for one ofthe most influential
and respected tourist guides.
You're sure it's them?
No, not entirely.
But, Cecil, a badreview could ruin us.
And I'm not preparedto take the risk
to indulge your appetites.
My appetites?
What, give me my whiskey back.
Um, oh, right.
Cecil, I've been thinking aboutwhat you've said, by the way.
Any particular bit?
Um, about being more ambitious.
Oh, yes?
Whatever happened todon't lecture me?'
Oh, well, if you're going to bepetty, then I'm really not...
Oh Bella, please, forGod's sake, I'm sorry.
Come and sit down.
Did you really meanwhat you said about...
about paying for everything?
Yes, I-I meant every word.
Then, I may need to take youup on your peace offering.
What?
Darling, this-this isabsolutely wonderful.
Heddon knows this chap inLondon who you did the rebuild
at the Royal Corinthian...- Oh, no, no, Cecil,
I don't want any of yourBritish blow-ins. No.
It has to Bonacini.
- Really?- Yes, he's the man for the job.
Danioni implied he was a pinko.
Well, that's recommendationenough for me.
Are you sure he's up to it?
- Up to it?- Yeah.
He ran one of the biggest architecturalcompanies in Milan for years.
- He came highly recommended.- And then what's he doing
hanging around here,aside from the obvious?
Well, he wanted a quieter life.
- You see, he's an artist.- You mean he couldn't hack it.
He's extremely passionate aboutwhat he does. He's very committed.
And if you spent a moment withhim, you'd see his genius.
Really.
I hazard you've beenspending rather longer
in his company than that.
It's him or no one.
Goodnight.
- Buon giorno.- Buon giorno.
Morning.
Bellisima, Giornata.
Uh, in English please.
Henry...
stop.
Expect... my phone call...
at 9PM
on the first of the month.
Stop.
Bella.
Grazie.
Oh, buon giorno.
Signora Ainsworth.
You have a minute?
Because I'm, uh, expectinga visit from your friend.
Should be hereactually any time.
Signor Bonacini?
Ah, my architect. Yes.
Uh...
He's your architect?
- Yes.- Ah.
Anyway, that's whatyour husband told me.
Cecil?
Yeah, Cecil.
We were talking andactually he was informing me
about your plans to...
how you say to, thatyou want to make
bigger your hotel, right?- The extension.
-Yeah.-Why would Cecil be discussing this with you?
Simply because youwill require a permit.
Oh yes, of course. Silly me.
Um, and no doubt itwill be your office
that has to issue that permit
at terrific additional expense.
You are comfortingly consistent.
- Mr Ainsworth.- Billy.
What can I do you for?
You can, uh... you cancome with me for a moment.
Right, to start I'dlike you to tell me
what you know about this.
I don't know nowt about it, Sir.
I just recognisedthis face, that's all.
You know who he is,don't you, Billy?
No. Not especially.
You know people intown who might, though.
Happen I do.
Right, well then, I would likeyou to ask them about this for me.
And about Mr Sengupta,specifically.
Okay.
Hey.
I need you to takeme to Antonio.
- Looking for this guy.- I know where he is.
Yeah? We can go now?
- Now?- Yeah.
Yeah.
You know, I can't help feelingslightly concerned about
what you've draggedme into, Danioni.
What I have dragged you into?
That's what I said. Yes.
So, let me understand.
You are sayingthat it was my idea
to sell this to theAmericans, right?
That's what you're saying.
Alright. That was me.
But you're the one who madesuch a bloody song and dance
about your connectionsover there.
Well, tell me, what did youexpect, Signor Ainsworth?
Well, not a powderedthug like Farrino.
Maybe, I pretend to sendthe necessary letters.
Make the necessary calls.
We come back in a week or twoand say, sorry, no, can do.
But, we'd love to continueour current arrangement.
Wait a moment.
And listen carefully,Signor Ainsworth.
That would be really foolish.
These are notpeople to say no to.
I'm a respectable man, Danioni.
I can't have rivers of dirtymoney sloshing through my affairs.
Unlike your friends in the mob,
I don't have a casinoto launder it through.
But you do own a hotel.
- What?- Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no.
Just under half a hotel,strictly speaking.
And there's no way I can slipsomething like that past my wife.
Then you shouldmake her see sense.
Oh? And how do youpropose I do that?
Well, the same waythat every other man
gets his wife todo what he wants.
Find a way.
Oh, go on then, tellher what you told me.
Mr Sengupta, he were involved.
Well, he was more than involved.He was caught up in the blast.
They say he's injured.
Where is he? In Turin?
- They smuggled him out.- To where?
My friend heard awhisper it's close by.
Do you know the place?
I've been rabbiting there.
Could-would you comewith us, please?
He-he might needmedical attention.
-I can ask.-No, please don't. Nobody else can know.
Tomorrow is my day off.
Alright, we'll go first thing,when everybody's at church.
Alright?
Lucian... I'm sorry.
Good morning.
Buon giorno.
Signor Bonacini.
What are you doing here?
I thought to join you at church.
Ah. I thought youdidn't believe.
I could say the same of you.
Ah, yes. But I have toaccompany my guests.
And to keep up appearances?
No. Why?
Are you concerned withkeeping up appearances?
No. I am onlyconcerned to find a way
to see you on a Sunday.
And you will be excited to know
I've been working all nighton a design for your solarium.
Tell me more.
Count Albani.
Buon giorno.
Signor Bonacini.
- Carlo.- Good morning, Bella.
Would not expect tosee you here on Sunday.
Um, I promised Signora AinsworthI would help her with, uh...
her vermin problem.- Yes.
We do not want these ruffiansto upset your English ladies.
Will you excuse me?
- Good morning, ladies.- Signor Bonacini.
He's here a lot.
Yes. We have anenormous undertaking.
He's the architect.
Hmm. Even so, people will talk.
Come, Carlo, people always talk.
Shall we?
You alright?
I thought when you said youwere sure about this, Billy.
I were.
So, what now?
Well, we search thevicinity, I suppose.
Lucian?
Oh, my God, Nish.
Oh, my God.
Well, there is bread.And hard biscuits.
And there's a tin of sardinesin there. Oh, we have grapes.
And these I managed to...steal from my father.
Well, your wardrobe hascertainly taken a dive
since I last saw you.
I take my sartorialcues from you.
Is that what you've beendoing in Turin, is it,
you've been learning todress like a peasant?
No, no.
I've learned to speakand act like one too.
Well, think of your poorfather. All that money he wasted
trying to get you to actlike an English gentleman.
Still, better an Italian peasantthan an Indian, God forbid.
How's he doing?
I'm no expert, butit doesn't look good.
- Some water, please.- Yeah.
He seems to think he's got a badconcussion and a burst ear drum.
And he says a number ofhis ribs may be broken.
Thank you.
And there's that woundon his leg that...
well, it justdoesn't smell right.
Got off lightly then, I'd say.
What is this place?
Well, the land belongs tothat other fellow's father.
Bruzzone, he's called.
If you know that, they will.
He can't stay here.
Your mum thinksthat knife's stolen.
She thinks Salvatore took it.
Well... I'll put itback when we go home.
Can you say how ithappened? How you...
got into this God-awful mess?
I followed my heart,Lucian, and not my head.
I don't think it was yourheart you were following.
It's this Gianluca fellow.
They're one and the same.
Hmm.
I'm not sure thatI catch your drift.
I love him, Lucian.
And he loves me.
Well, I love you. I loveyou. I love you very much.
- But I would never put your life...- It's not the same.
Right.
How long have youfelt like that?
Ever since I can remember.
And you didn't thinkto mention it or...?
Because I knew...
it would mean the endof our friendship.
You should go...
and not come back.
I don't want you and theothers involved in this.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
Friends don't abandonother friends.
Not under any circumstances.
You taught me that.
You can't touch that.
You can't put a knife there...
Ma'am.
You gave me a fright.
Where have you been?
Uh, just...
out for a ramble, Mrs Ainsworth.
Billy, you can't just wanderoff whenever you feel like it.
Sorry, Ma'am.
I have been movingthe Dodsworth sisters.
They're unhappy with theirroom. It's too noisy.
Why's that not a surprise?
So, if you could take their suitcasesand exchange them with Lucian's.
Right away.
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn'tmean to disturb you.
Please, don't mind me.
I'm sorry I haven'tdressed yet for dinner.
I've had a beast of a day.
I thought I might fixmyself a drink first.
Sounds an excellent idea.
Please.
I think we got offon the wrong foot.
It's a reasonable assumption.
I- I guess I'm a little...
oversensitive abouttravelling with my mother.
So, what's your story?
Well, my mother owns the place.
And I've had to runaway from my wife
so that I can holiday here.
In reality, I'm just as tied tothe apron strings as you are.
You're on your own here then?
I did write to a friend to seeif he might join me, but he's...
been caught up in something.He couldn't make it.
I served in the RoyalWarwickshires, by the way.
Seeing as you asked.
Green Howards. Like my father.
Hmm.
Say, that doesn't stop you from,uh, from swimming, does it?
Uh, I can still manage that.
Well, what do you sayabout a boat trip?
You and me.
Maybe we could go fishingsee if we can't both get away
from our mothersfor a little while.
Alright.
These photographerfellows, Ma'am,
- they've been getting restless.- Right.
Which is why I didn't openthe gates this morning.
Ah.
Open the gates,Signora Ainsworth.
Signor Danioni.
I'm not sure I can obligeyou without a good reason.
I'm authorised to take any stepsto apprehend those responsible
for the recent bombing in Turin,
including the searchof any property
where I have the reason tobelieve they may be hiding.
What makes youthink they're here?
This is Gianluca Bruzzone, Sir.
A native of Portofino.
We have intelligencethat suggests
he has returned to the area withhis associate, Anish Sengupta,
an Indian national,
who is well known to be a friendof the Ainsworth family, right?
I'm sure this is amisunderstanding.
A simple telephone call toSenator Cavana will sort it out.
I'm pretty sure, Sir,
the senator will notwish to have his name
associated with an attempt toblock a legitimate investigation
into terrorist attackagainst the Italian state.
- Here.- Billy, open up the gate.
We have absolutelynothing to hide.
Right.
Do follow me. Come along.
Everything to your satisfaction?
Yes, Signora Ainsworth.
So pleased.
Well, shall we have a word?
You, Constance,Billy. I saw you all.
For heaven's sake. Weonly went for a walk.
Oh... don't youdare lie to me.
Alright, well, we did. Wewent to go and see Nish.
We took him a few things just tomake sure that he was alright.
How could you possibly,
when you know whatI have been through
with your authorities andthat awful little man.
Nish is my oldest friend.
I'm not about to abandon himnow when he's in a bad way.
Well, what's happenedto him? Is he injured?
Well, he was caughtup in the blast.
He is putting a brave face onit, but he is seriously injured.
What in God's namewas he thinking?
I have no idea. As far as I'mconcerned, he's a pacifist.
Oh, my apologies, Mrs Ainsworth.
Oh no, you don't younglady, in you come.
It's alright, it'salright, Miss March.
Apparently, my mother alreadyknows about our little escapade,
so you may as well just tell her
whatever you camein here to tell me.
I heard Mr Danioni speakingto a police officer
telling him to keepus under surveillance.
Us? Did he-did he saywho in particular?
The boy. It mighthave been the youth.
Right. Well, that's Billy then.
So that means I can't take himwith me if I go again tonight.
- Tonight?- They're starting a manhunt, Sir.
I don't think we have much of achoice. Nish could lose his leg.
Nish could die unlesswe do something quickly.
I should go.
- They won't suspect me.- Absolutely not.
I can't possibly allow that.
I'll go.
There's nothing else for it.
And, Luce, you'll justhave to show me the way.
Oh.
Luce. Come on.
Let's get thisover and done with.
Luce, would you fetch me theiodine and the cotton dressings
from my bag?
Nish, you really have made amess of yourself, haven't you?
Hmm. I've made amess of everything.
You must think mea dreadful fool.
I don't know what to think.
I suppose you must havehad your reasons, but...
I'm sure I did.
Although they hardlymake sense to me now.
Hush now.
You need to rest.
There'll be plenty of time fortalking once you're on the mend.
Thank you.
I need you to brace yourself.It's going to be very painful.
Mrs Ainsworth!
- Constance!- What are you doing here?
It's the police.They followed you.
Right, we have tomove him somehow.
- There isn't time.- Then hide, hide.
They must have seenus leave the house.
Ah, no, no, no, no.
They'll be far more suspiciousif they don't find anyone here.
I've got an idea.
- -Take him into the corner.- Yep.
- Who is that?- Hey.
Oh-ho.
Signor Ainsworth.
Well, well.
Danioni, look, I knowthat we are trespassing,
but I can explain everything.
Well, I don't think thereis anything to explain,
Signor Ainsworth. Isee what is occurring.
No, no. I know whatthis looks like,
but I can assureyou it's not that.
- No?- No.
Come on, Signor Ainsworth.
We are men of the war, huh?
You know what,
if I had decided to havean affair with a servant,
I also will bringher here in darkness.
Well, that's jollydecent of you.
Um...
I only hope I haven'tput you to any trouble.
No.
It's not you who hasgiven me any trouble.
I'm so sorry.
Now, before I leave...
you promise thatyou'll keep enjoying.
- Yeah?- Yeah.
No, you have to promise.
- We promise.- Ah, okay.
Right.
Hmm.
Move him back ontothe bed. Come on.
- In you go.- Thank you.
You poor girl. Youmust be exhausted.
I hope... I hope MrAinsworth is alright.
Oh, yes.
You forget he survived a war.
He's tougher than he looks.
I just... I wish he'dcome back with us.
Well, he had to stay to...
try to persuade MrSengupta to move,
and to decide whereto, I suppose.
Not at the hotel then, Ma'am?
Oh no, there's toomany prying eyes here.
And remember, there'sthe press at the gate.
Goodnight then.
Goodnight. Constance, I...
I did want to apologise forputting you in that predicament.
It's all I couldthink of on the spot.
Oh, no, it's, it's alright,Ma'am. It did the job.
Well, nonetheless, youwere very brave throughout.
Thank you.
- -Goodnight then.- Sleep well.
Oh, Cecil!
Can you keep the music down?People are trying to sleep.
Darling, there you are.
I was beginning to thinkyou'd done a runner.
Come on in and have a drink.- No, no, no, Cecil.
No more of your schemes. I...- Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.
- I am too tired, really.- Too tired to say hello to me, mummy?
Oh, my darling.
I wasn't expecting youback until Wednesday?
Oh, I couldn't stayaway that long.
There is someone I amdesperate for you to meet.
Victor?- Mm-hmm.
This is my mother,Bella Ainsworth.
Bonsoir.
Enchante.
Hello. Welcome.
I see now where yourdaughter gets her beauty.
Oh.
Mummy, this isVictor. Victor Michel.
My fiance.
Oh my...
I wanted to, um...
No, I, I...
I want to see it.
You shouldn't be ashamed.
You should be proud.
Constance, please. Wehave to talk about this.
Rose is coming.
Do you trust him, honey?
Cecil? Oh no, not for a minute.
Where is he?
- Where's, where's who?- Nish.
Just get him to answermy damned letter, Edmond.
Unless you want to find mefloating face down in the harbour!
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