Lucian.
Where's Rose?
Why don't we go up andget a glass of water?
Rose?
Rose.
Damn it all to hell.
Rose?
Arrivederci.
Grazie mille.
Did the vultures getwhat they wanted?
They seem rather pleased.
Perhaps they'llleave you alone now?
Urgh, I damn well hope so.
I thought that wasall rather jolly.
So much fun.
You here again, Bonacini?
I came to help my nephew.
They do not teach Englishat the military academy.
-A military man, you say?-You are surprised?
A little.
I'd heard the Bonaciniswere a bunch of communists.
Who told you that?
Signor Danioni.
He has you figured for atreacherous red, my friend.
My politics areno man's business.
Except I ratherthink they're mine.
I would hate to see mywife's close association
with a Bolshevik sympathiserblow up in her face.
Are you threatening me?
Oh, good grief, no.
I'm advising you.
Stay away from my wife...
before somethingunfortunate happens.
Rose?
Hello.
I had hoped that we might, um...
...steal a moment.
Oh, Lucian, we mustn't.
We already have.
It was a moment of madness.
It was the sanestthing I've ever done.
Hmm...
No, Constance.
I, I can't, I can't goback to how it was before.
Tell you what, Paola,as a special treat,
I'll tidy up after you, hey?
Oh, cheer up.
You missed all the fun outside.
Oh, we've been having some funof our own, haven't we Paola?
Just been making mylemon drizzle cake.
That workman she's sweet on,
he ate three piecesthe other day, oh my...
No, it's fine, it'sfine, everything's fine.
Cheeky.
Urgh!
40 years.
40 years I've used that recipe,
it's never failed.
Until now.
Alright, no, no,Paola, enough, enough!
Now, chin up.
Get the eggs,butter, flour, sugar.
Constance will walk youthrough it this time.
See if you could doany better, love.
You've got lemonade.
Yes. I was just experimentingwith some rosemary.
Are you going totell me about Nish?
He's stable...for now.
He thinks he mighthave gangrene.
Gangrene? But then he needsto see a doctor immediately.
Well, do you know anyonethat we can trust?
Nish seems to think that we oughtto rely on this Gianluca fellow.
Apparently, he has some sortof plan to smuggle him out.
Well, that's morethan we have.
No, but the thing is,now that it comes to it,
I realise I have no ideahow to get hold of him.
What about his father?
The lawyer?
Yes.
It's worth try.
Well, perhaps Icould go and see him.
I, I could, um...
I could ask Carlo if he wouldaccompany me to translate.
Well, if you wouldn't mind, that'slikely to draw less suspicion.
Yes, of course.
Now, please, darling,go and find Rose.
I'm going.
Sir.
Is now a good moment, Ma'am,
for me to make thattelephone call?
Oh, yes, of course, Betty.
Are you sure I won't bekeeping you from the office?
No.
I have an errand to run.
Oh, what the devil is it now?
Looking for me?
Ah.
You didn't think I'd sang anddance at your friend's party
without a rehearsal, did you?
Uh, he's not a friend.
He's a businessassociate, actually.
But even so, it was jollydecent of you to help out.
I'm not doing it for you, honey.
I'm doing it for your wife...
and a thousand dollars.
Thanks, Billy.
I'm in the wrong game.
Pottiston, sevennine four five.
Fanny, is that you love?
No, Mrs Scanlon, it'sJoan. Joan Bunting?
-Joan?-That's right, Mrs Scanlon.
Err, we met at Fanny'sanniversary party
a few year back.
I'm her cousin.
I work with her...here at the big house.
I, I, I remember, love.
Where is she?
At home.
She's had, um, an episode.
What kind of episode?
A stroke, the doctors think.
But...she's sittingup, talking, but...
work's beyond her just...
...now. She asked me tospeak to you in her place.
She told you about thisTommy business, then?
He's staying withme, the little mite.
No, he's too much of ahandful the state she's in.
I've got to tell Constanceto come back then.
Fanny says shedon't want that,
that she'll...soonbe on the mend.
What do you think?
I think even if sherecovers somewhat,
she'll be a no fit state toplay mammy to a three-year-old.
What should we do, Joan?
I ca...I can keep himfor now, Mrs Scanlon.
Bless you, love.
But I've three of me own.
I mean, if Constance don'tcome home to claim him,
well...
the vicar says...
...he can find a place forhim in the district orphanage,
though it's not whereany of us wants.
Mrs Ainsworth, Ma'am.
Your mother-in-law, she gave mean hour off after lunch if...
...if you fanciedanother swim,
Mrs Ainsworth?
Maybe some other time.
What could be more pleasant?
Apart from some ofthe company, perhaps?
Hmm.
Here we are.
May I ask you whyyou are once again
seeking out Bruzzone,
if you don't think it's animpertinence on my part?
Oh no, no, not at all.
I wish to consult him aboutour plans to extend the hotel.
And to get amessage to his son.
I knew it.
Oh, Carlo, pleasedon't be angry.
No, I'm not angry.
I'm alarmed.
I had foolishly imagined thatDanioni's suspicions were unfounded.
But they are, inrelation to the hotel.
Yes, but not in relationto your family, right?
I it's Luce.
He's got himselfembroiled. What can I do?
Of course, I haveto stand by him.
His only intention isto protect his friend.
Of course.
But...
you're right. Youshould stay out of this.
It's far too risky for you.
No, no, no. Bella!
You know me.
I would not dream of it.
You have so much more to risk.
Hmm, true.
So have you.
Let's go.
Signora Ainsworth.
Eccellenza.
Danioni.
What are you doing here?
Well, actually, I havethe same question for you.
Oh, Mrs Ainsworth has cometo consult her lawyer.
Yes, ahead of ourplanning meeting tomorrow.
Oh, please, Signora Ainsworth.It's just a formality.
Nonetheless...
Then I must advise you toseek another representative,
Signora Ainsworth.
Why is that?
Because that man is thefather of a criminal element,
that's why.
I've already recommendedSignor Bruzzone
to a friend of mine, so Ican't possibly abandon him now.
Thank you, nonetheless.
- -Buon giorno.- Ah.
Signora.
Victor, the worldand his wife can see.
What about theworld and his wife?
Well, it turns out they'renot staying in Portofino.
Perfect.
Come on. Let's see if Ican smuggle you upstairs.
Yes, but still, that was notwhat I was expecting when
you asked me to take awalk with you into town.
Thank you for yourunerring support.
Carlo, I find myself relyingon you more and more.
You have been soincredibly generous
with all yourwisdom and advice.
I wondered if youmight consider
accepting some of mine?
You think I should stoploitering around the hotel
like a lovesick Romeo
and join my friendsalong the coast.
I just think youmight be happier.
She told you of my offer?
Yes. And how veryflattered she was by it.
Yet, not flatteredenough to accept.
But she's young.
- Oh, I see.- No.
She wants excitement, romance.
And I, alas, canonly be myself.
Bella, the friend Iam holidaying with
works for the Interior Ministry.
I have asked him to lookinto Victor's background.
Oh, Carlo, really,that's not necessary.
It is.
For my peace of mind.
And if he is whohe says he is,
then I will leave thefield as gracefully
as an old man can manage.
Stop it.
Anyway. Thank you.
What are we todo about Bubbles?
We should discuss it later.
-Good afternoon.-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.-Madam.
Well...
Love is blind, Jane.
What is it?
Telephone, Ma'am.
I'm busy, Hester.
It's Mrs Ainsworth, Ma'am.She's most insistent.
Well, this should be a joy.
Bella.
Julia.
I do hope you don'tthink it forward of me...
I was calling toask for some advice
about having a word withRose or, or perhaps rather...
...your permission.
You don't need mypermission to speak to Rose.
Err, well, I, I may do forthe sort of conversation
I was thinking of having.
Oh, yes?
And what sort ofconversation is that?
Um...a frank one.
The sort I wish mymother or mother-in-law
had had with me whenI first got married.
About sex, you mean?
Yes, ye...yes. About sex.
Well, go ahead.
I'm sure anotherperspective could be useful,
especially from someone sowell versed in the subject
as yourself.
Right.
Uh, have you alreadytried to speak to her?
Well, I passed on
some of the tips and tricksI've picked up along the way.
Tips and tricks?
I don't quite...
I was thinking more aboutaddressing her fears...
and her needs...
...her desires.
What on earth has thatgot to do with anything?
Speak to her byall means, Bella.
But don't go filling her head...
...with your nonsense.
If Lucian is a deviant...
...in the bedroom, thenshe should look elsewhere.
If he's not, she shouldgrin and bear it...
or...learn to like it.
Do I look alright?
Magnifique.
Wait five minutesbefore following.
Lucian.
Sorry, did you say something?
I asked what you did today.
I, I went for...
I went for a walk withJonathan along the front.
I sat about wonderingwhere you were.
Well, I did come looking foryou after the exercise class.
What were you...what onearth were you doing?
Hmm.
You know, this and that.
Hmm, I thought, perhaps...
tomorrow we might takethat swimming class.
Perhaps.
- -Have a lovely evening.- Thank you, we will.
Right.
What on earth?
Billy.
Is everything alright?
I am so...so sorry.
It's alright.
It's quite alright.
These things happen.
Thank you, Ma'am.
Oh, Daddy, I didn'tsee you there.
Are you not dining?
Your mother has relegated meto leftovers in the kitchen.
Oh, poor you.
I see you're backon the payroll.
I volunteered. I've done nothingbut relax for 10 days straight.
You're looking verywell on it, poppet.
Positively glowing, in fact.
It's the Victor effect.
Ah.
And how is MonsieurMichel this evening?
Very well. He'sdining at his hotel.
Lucky chap. At leasthe's being fed.
Well, you should dine withhim. Get to know each other.
Do you know, Irather think I might?
-Lucian?-Hmm?
Um...
You...you don't...
you don't have todo this, you know.
I want to.
Wait, what?
What on earth do youthink you're doing?
Well, I thought...
you'd like it.
No, I, I do. I just...
No, I, I didn'tmean... I, I just...
I meant where on earth didyou learn anything like that?
I'm sorry, um...
this just isn't you, Rose.
Isn't it?
Signor Danioni, thisreally isn't necessary.
You must allow me to repayyour hospitality, hmm?
-Thank you.-Signor Ainsworth...
would you like tohave some more tea?
Mmm, yes please.
Oh, do, do you think we shouldget on with the business at hand?
- Shall we?- By all means.
So, to business.
Thank you.
Here you are, darling.
So, let's see...what we have.
Hmm-mm.
Yes.
-You will use local materials?-Oh yes, of course.
Signor Bonaciniwould insist upon it.
Hmm-mm.
Well, everything seems tobe in order, uh, perfect.
It only remains to examinethe legal documentation
I have requested.-Yes, of course, I have it.
The deeds.
Thank you, Signora Ainsworth.
So?
Hmm-mm.
Oh.
What is it, Danioni?
These are the deeds, right?
Of course, they're the deeds,
it says so plain as dayin the King's English.
Well, then we have a problem.
What kind of problem?
Well, it says here you aretenants in, uh, in comune.
In common? Yes, my husband andI share ownership of the hotel.
Yeah, but you...you have control?
I have a 51 percent share, yes.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I cannot giveyou the permits you require.
On what grounds?
The grounds of the law.
It's called la leggedell'autorizzazione maritalehe.
I'm so sorry, Signora Ainsworth.
You should talk to your lawyer
and ask for the Lawof Marital Permission.
-Really?-Why, you little sneak.
I paid you a small fortuneto rubber stamp this thing!
Oh, I see what'sgoing on here.
-You want more money, is that it?-Please...
Why, I ought to knockyour bloody block off!
Well, Cecil, this is notgoing to resolve anything.
Let's go.
This conversationis far from over.
Good day.
Can you believethe cheek of it?
What were you thinkingresorting to bribery?
I'll have you know I wastrying to do something
nice for my wife.
- Were you really?- Yes.
God, how can you stand it?
Dealing with all thesefilthy pen pushers.
Shh.
Dipping their hands withoutthe slightest notion...
-Cecil.-of the rule of law.
Well, be quiet. So rude.
They don't understanda bloody word.
I'll have to have aword with Bruzzone.
Please.
He's probably in Danioni's pocket,along with the rest of them.
What do you suggest?
I'll send a telegram toThompson at the Consulate.
See if he canrecommend someone.
English preferably.
I'll see you back at the hotel.
-Who's that?-He's my superior.
He's just arrived to takecharge of the investigation.
I can come back later.
No, no, it's fine. He'son the phone now. Yeah?
So, tell me, did yourwife get the message?
I think so, yes.
But, uh, she's talkingabout consulting lawyers.
You should be there whenshe does, Signor Ainsworth.
I know, I'm headingback in a bit.
I just thought youmight like to see this.
It was waiting for meat the telegraph office.
A thousand gallons amonth. That sounds great.
And hope it finally getsFarrino off my back.
Yeah, then, we can find away to launder our profits
through your hotel, right?
-Yes.-Yeah.
Oh, by the way, um...
I've written downfor you, look,
the Law of Marital Authorisationfor married women, yeah?
I, I'm sorry. I have work to do.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Seems awfully quiet.
Anyone with any senseis having a siesta.
What about peoplewith no sense at all?
Oh, well, they areholed up in the library
with Signor Bruzzone.
Bruzzone? Here?
Hmm. What haveyou done, Daddy?
-Just...trying to help your mother out.-Hmm.
I don't want to know. It can't begood if there are lawyers involved.
Law of Marital Authorisation.
You went aheadwithout me, then?
Excuse me.
You have been gonefor nearly two hours.
I had to stop for a bite to eat.
Can't rely on beingfed around here.
Don't be so ridiculous.
So, what does he say, Carlo,
about this wretched MaritalAuthorisation nonsense?
Mr Bruzzone hasjust been telling us
that the law wasrepealed in 1919
and replaced witha new legislation
that overturns the Romanprinciple of infirmitas sexus.
Oh, the weaker sex.
Well, if it's been overturned,then what's the problem?
Mussolini is the problem.
He takes a dim view offemale emancipation.
But Bella's not Italian.
And he takes a dimmerview of foreign ownership
of Italian assets.
I see.
Well, why don'twe sell up to you?
Mr Bruzzone thinks you wouldhave an even chance in court.
Yes. Not the kindof odds I favour.
Which is why Bruzzone hassuggested that I hand over
the controlling sharesin the deeds to you.
Me?
It's a bit extreme, isn't it?
Well, in the long run,it may be less risky.
I suppose, if you'resure it's what you want.
What I want is for Danionito stop interfering.
You and me both.
Yes, come in.
Oh, Miss Pascal.
Oh, am I too early to discuss...
Oh no, no, no,Cecil's just leaving.
Oh. Is, is that itthen? All, all decided?
We can discuss it later.
Miss Pascal. Signor Bruzzone.
About having dinnerwith Victor tomorrow?
Uh...
Maybe. I'm off toGenoa tomorrow.
Oh, how nice.
Miss Pascal, please.
You remember Carlo.
Luce.
I've just had word via Bruzzone.
And?
Gianluca says to meet him atnine p.m. on the seafront.
This evening?
Darling, you'll have totell him to be so careful
because the town isabsolutely crawling.
Nish can't wait.
We'll have to find some wayto throw them off the scent.
I think I've just foundthe perfect distraction.
Your people are from thesouth of France too, I think.
Oui, uh, we have a housein the south of France,
uh, Aix-en-Provence.
-Oh.-It's a very small city.
I'll be very happyto show you around.
That's very kind of you.
What sort of sized houseare we talking about?
One thousand gallons possible.
Will ask around for rest.
Law of marital authorisationfor married women.
I hope you haven't broughtyour knife this time.
Well, tell me where he is then.
There is a shipwreckon the beach,
about a hundred yardsaway from the lion's head.
I know it.
It was the most remoteplace that I could think of.
You have tried to do whatis best for your friend,
but now you must trustme to get him to safety.
Right. Well, wedon't have much time.
I am painfully aware of that.
And there areBlackshirts everywhere.
Then we must pick our moment.
My mother mentioneda party at the casino
the evening after next.
The fellow who runs it is areal Napoleon type, apparently,
a small man, big attitude.
But the point is that Danioni andall his men will have to be there.
They wouldn't missit for the world.
Even if it means calling off theirmanhunt for at least the night.
That may be our best chance.
Wait, could I...
could I at least knowwhat the plan is, please?
My father's friendruns a canning factory.
He will smuggle Nish into France
in a consignment of tomatoes.
Hmm.
And you'll send meword when he's safe?
Via Billy Scanlon, yes?
Yes.
I owe Nish my life, you know.
Then I will guard him with mine.
Place your bets, please.
No more bets.
This was an excellentidea, Victor.
Dinner is overrated.
It's jolly decent for themto give us a sneak preview.
Mr Farrino...
I think he's happy for hisdealers to get a little practice
before the big night, hmm?
Oh! Look at me, I won!
And, uh, how do you knowour charming friend?
Oh, I came and introducedmyself to him yesterday.
I find it always paysto be on friendly terms
with the owner ofthe local casino.
-Ah.-Mm-hmm.
He was most anxious that Ireturned for his gala evening
to play a littlepoker with my friends.
Place your bets please.
Well, I'm sure Icould be persuaded.
And what about,uh, Count Albani?
Well, Carlo's a gentleman.
He'll accept if wemake the challenge.
I believe I won again.
You don't say.
And, uh, what about,uh, your other friend?
Um, the one from the village.
-Who, Danioni?-Hmm.
Oh, good God, no.He's not the sort.
-Oh, no?-No.
Well, he seemed happyenough yesterday
playing vingt-et-un.
-Danioni?-Mm-hmm.
-Here at the casino?-Yes.
Him and Farrino,they were, um...
Um...
as thick as, um...
-Thieves.-Thick as thieves.
Ah.
Not every time.
Hm, not every time.
Encore? Again?
Mrs Ainsworth, you're up early.
I'm going to get thefirst train, Betty.
You look pretty as a picture.
Hope it's not just for thebank manager's benefit.
-You want me to fix you something hot?-No, no.
You save your energy forMiss Jane and Miss Patricia.
It's their last breakfast.
Yes, Ma'am. I've beencurdling milk especially.
I will miss Bubbles, though.
Ma'am, have you gottime for a quick word
about something that'sbeen bothering me?
Betty, I'm running alittle late, as it is.
No, no. I'm sorry. I, I, Imean at your convenience.
Will it keep till later?
Yes. Yes, Ma'am.It'll, it'll keep.
Have you seen Billy?
Uh, he's not back from takingMrs Ainsworth to the station.
Can someone help me withthe Dodsworth's luggage?
Paola?
That's it. Lovely.
Lovely, Paola.Then finish it off.
Mm-hmm.
Delicious.
Right.
That'll do.
- Oh.- Grazie, Bruno.
You're all set.
I do hope you enjoyedyour stay with us.
Oh, yes.
Tolerably.
And this...is to showour appreciation.
To be sharedamongst the staff.
Thank you.That's...that's very kind.
Andiamo.
Oh, wait!
Oh, Mrs Dodsworth.
Mrs Dodsworth, you'veforgotten your...
dog.
It's not a patch on the Royal PumpRooms in Harrogate, if you ask me.
Henry.
Mwah. How wonderfulto see you.
How wonderful to see you.
I...absolutely beautiful.
You look so well.
Who the hell is that?
Si, si.
Si.
-Ciao. Ciao.
Well, what did he say?
He say the cake helikes very much.
And?
And, he ask we gowalk on Sunday.
Oh.
Salvatore, he ask also.
Oh, did he now?
-He say you walk too.-Me?
Hmm.
Oh. I do...
I don't know about that, love.
Mind you...
it's hard to say no to aman who knows how to cook.
It's funny, isn't it?
I've imagined this moment forso long, dreamt of it even,
but now it comes down to it,I...I can't find the words.
Yes.
How many years has it been?
To look at your face, hardlyseems like a day has passed
Not true.
It will be 12 yearsnext month, Bella,
when I last setmy eyes on you.
That's why we feellike strangers.
If you can bestrangers with someone
who has openedtheir heart to you.
Yes, I did open myheart to you, Henry.
In letters only.
I wonder if I was havinga conversation with myself
as much as with you.
I meant every wordof those letters.
So did I.
And I feel an enormousaffinity with you.
I indulged thoughts aboutwhat might have been.
As did I, as I do now.
But I wonder if those lettershave nurtured a fantasy
that, in reality, doesn't exist.
We can make those fantasiesof which you talk a reality
if, if you allow.
Henry, what I've comehere to say is...
I don't think that we shouldwrite to each other anymore.
What?
You will always bemy dear, dear friend.
Scusi?
Hello?
Oh, you're English?
Yes.
Can I help you?
I saw you just now.
I could have sworn Iknew you from somewhere.
Henry Bowater.
Ainsworth.
Cecil...Ainsworth.
Ah.
Have you been spying on us?
I'd say you'd givenme reasonable grounds,
carrying on with mywife behind my back.
A letter addressed to youfound its way into my hands.
Well, you needn't worry.
She's just told menot to write anymore.
Oh, don't tell meyou've just been jilted?
Oh.
Feelings, sentiment.
It's all a joke to you,isn't it, Ainsworth?
You are a joke, Bowater.
But that's not the punch line.
I was expecting youto be someone else.
Arrivederci.
She deserves better than you.
Cecil, darling.
Darling now, is it?
Where have you been?
Catching up withold acquaintances.
Dressed like that?
Yes.
I've been waiting for you.
Oh?
May I ask why?
I have a surprise for you.
I don't much care for surprises.
Oh, you will likethis one, I promise.
What are these?
Legal agreements.
Oh, must I?
Oh, you'll want to, I promise.
My, my.
What's all this in aid of?
We're celebrating.
Well, couldn't you justsave me the bother?
It's a deed of covenant,
signing over my sharesof the hotel to you.
Oh, I see.
Hmm.
And uh, what aboutthis other one?
Ah, well that's atranslation into Italian,
and some addendum thatBruzzone insisted upon.
Um, yes, covering futurechanges of ownership.
I didn't ask for this, you know.
I mean, you, youreally don't need to.
Oh, but I want to, I want to.
We have no choice,really, have we,
but to make thingswork between us?
Bellakins, darling.
I've wasted far too much time
wishing that thingswere different.
And perhaps you should havea read over the contracts,
and I'll fetch MissPascal to witness them.
Alright.
How's it going?
I feel a little out of my depth.
No, no, no, nonsense.
You're doing great.
Hmm.
Does everything seem in order?
Uh, but yes, I suppose so.
Claudine Pascal at your service.
Would you like a little moretime to look over them, darling?
Oh, no, no, no, no,no. I...I trust you.
Hmm.
All done.
Miss Pascal, yoursignature, please.
Ah. Ooh, that is rough, huh?
Yeah.
You know what, though,it does the job.
Huh? Here.
Give me my hat, come on.
This ain't exactly a sizeableoperation though, is it?
Mm-hmm. I just want you to knowthere are hundreds of vineyards
like this acrossthe Liguria region.
-Oh yeah?-Yeah.
So, uh, you can get methe gallons that I need?
Absolutely.
You can be assured ofit, Signor Farrino.
-Ah?-Yeah.
-Come here, let me talk to you.-Mm-hmm.
Hey.
-Let me ask you something.-Yeah, sure.
Are you planning to, uh, cutAinsworth out of this deal?
Well...
what do you prefer?
I prefer not to dealwith uppity Brits
who look down their nose at me.
Of course, his contacts in thewhiskey industry are valuable,
but I suspect thatthe West Side Gang,
they'll have theirown before too long.
How about his hotel?
-Yeah, that could be very useful.-Mm-hmm.
And if my employers decide
they can dispense with theservices of Cecil Ainsworth,
then...we got other wayswe can take over the hotel.
You did good, huh?You did very good.
Very nice, very nice.
Ladies and gentlemen,let the good times roll.
Looks like paradise, eh?
I'm just glad you're here.
Let the laundering begin.
-Argh.-Urgh!
I'm rather keen toteach him a lesson.
She knows that I'mnot in love with her.
Tell me what's wrong with me!
Get out!
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