All language subtitles for Enchanted.April.1991.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Tottenham court road.

Thanks, madam.

"To wounded soldier-- Sixpence."

Are you reading about the castle
and the wisteria?

What? Uh, yes. Why?

It just...
It seems so wonderful,

and it's such a miserable day.

Perhaps that's why
it seems so wonderful.

No, it is so wonderful.

Wonderful, yes,

but it's not worth wasting
one's time thinking about.

No, it is.

I-- I believe we're neighbors.

I see you
every Sunday in church--

Chapel street, Hampstead--

But we've never actually spoken.

- Um, I'm Mrs. Rose Arbuthnot.
- Oh, thank you.

I'm Lotty Wilkins--
Mrs. Lotty Wilkins.

I don't suppose
that means much to you.

Sometimes it doesn't
mean much to me either,

but I am Mrs. Wilkins.

I'm sure you are.

I've never really liked
the name Wilkins very much.

It's such a small name

with a mean little twist
at the end, you know?

"Kins." "Kins"-- It's like
a pug dog's little tail,

but it is Mellersh's name.

Mellersh Wilkins is my husband,
so I'm stuck with it.

Um, he's a solicitor.
He's very handsome.

- That must be nice for you.
- Why?

Well, um...

because beauty... handsomeness

is a gift from God,
like any other...

and if used properly,
it can be, well--

Why don't we--Shh!

Sorry.

Why don't we try and get it?

- Get it?
- Yes!

Not just say
how wonderful it would be

and then go back to Hampstead
without doing anything

about it,

As we have been doing
for years and years and years.

But how do you mean, "get it"?

Rent it. Hire it. Have it.

The castle. The wisteria.
Everything.

- You and me?
- Yes. We'll share.

That way it will only cost half,

and you look as though
you wanted it as much as I do.

You look so beautiful
and so sad.

I'm not sad!

It's my face!

I can't help it.
My husband says I have the face

of a disappointed Madonna.
He has a way with words.

My husband never says
a word too much

or a word too little.

Sometimes I think he keeps
copies of everything he says.

It's very disheartening.

If you wish for something
hard enough, it happens.

Lotty, I've told you before
about buying flowers.

They are an extravagance
of the most blatant kind.

They always die, Lotty.

Then you have to buy more.

I-- I know, Mellersh,
but I like the color and--

We're not rich, Lotty.

I own no stocks and shares.

What would happen to you...
if tomorrow

I were to be
knocked down by a tram,

and you were still
buying flowers?

We have to watch
every penny, Lotty.

I understand, Mellersh.

You are still recording
every purchase you make

in that book I bought you,
I hope?

- Yes. Even the flowers.
- Good.

Now...

mm-hm. About the party.

We should arrive at, um...

40, I think.

Yes.

30 is too early.
We'd look too eager.

45--too late...

as if we're not interested.

Well,40 it is.

Can't I stay at home, Mellersh?

All these artists.
There are so many in Hampstead,

and I never know
what to say to them.

Oh, Praise them, my dear.

Praise them,
and you can't go wrong.

But no one will know
I'm there even if I am.

I'm sure your sister won't mind
if I don't turn up.

But I would.

As a family solicitor,

I have to be seen
as a reliable family man...

with wife.

Excellent sole, my dear.

Mellersh, I've been thinking.

As you know, this,
um, terrible weather,

and I-- I wondered
if you would mind...

Mm-hm?

Apple dumplings.

Would you mind
some apple dumplings?

Mind? No.
I love apple dumplings.

You're serving
all my favorites tonight.

You haven't finished
your sole.

- I'm not hungry.
- Oh, I'll have it.

Temptations, friends.

The devil never sleeps
when it comes to temptation.

Of course, two peter
two, verse nine tells us,

"the lords knows how to deliver
the godly out of temptations,

but he doesn't always bother."

I see us, you and me, this April
in that castle by the sea.

I'm certain of it.

Have you ever seen things
in a kind of flash

before they happen?

Never.

I'm sure it must be wrong
to be good for so long

you become miserable.

I can see you've been good
for years, and years

and you aren't happy.

And-- And I've been doing things
for other people

ever since I was a little girl,

and I don't believe
I'm loved any better--

Are you all right?

You must believe

I've never spoken to anyone
like this in my life.

I don't know
what's come over me.

It's the advertisement.

Yes...

and us being so miserable.

There's no harm in simply asking
about it, is there?

Hello, my dear.
You waited up.

I want to talk to you, Fredrick.

I've made you something.

Thank you. I had enough
at the reception.

Yes, I can see.

After all,
it was for my book.

You should have been there,
my dear. I missed you.

- I wonder.
- Of course, I did.

I thought about us in Vienna.

Do you remember Vienna?

Or was it Prague?

It doesn't matter.

The golden rule is,

if you've got yourself
in a hole, stop digging.

Drink your milk, Frederick.
It'll settle your stomach.

What do you think?

- People seem to like it.
-Frederick...

no one should ever write a book
God wouldn't like to read.

It's the way I earn a living.

Out of the immorality
of fallen women.

They are dead.

Sin never dies, Frederick.

That's rather
a depressing thought.

Anyway, I know your views,

so I've always
been very careful.

You are married to
Frederick Arbuthnot, gentleman.

Gerald Arundel wrote this
and all the others.

Nobody knows it's a pseudonym.

God knows.

God must know an awful lot.
Why doesn't he do something?

Frederick, I'm thinking
of taking a holiday

in Italy this spring
with a friend.

It's a splendid idea.

Yes, that's what
I thought you'd say.

It's just what you need.

And as for the money--

I shall be
using my own, Frederick.

You only have to ask.

Actually, it all
works out rather well

because I shall be out
and about promoting my book.

And of course, I shall be
starting the next one--

Theodora, the slave princess.

Do you think
we should go on with this?

Sixty pounds, Lotty.

That's 60 pounds plus fares,
plus expenses

for food and such.

We could buy great many boots
for the poor with that money.

We could advertise
for two ladies to join us.

That way it would only cost
15 pounds each plus expenses.

There's something immoral
about all this.

Oh, no. No, thank you. No.

Excuse me, Mr. Briggs.

We've come in answer
to your letter about renting...

the castle in Italy.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

I am very sorry.
Do come in, ladies.

Um. Excuse me.

Uh, I'm very sorry
about the mess.

I'm off in a couple of days.
Uh, business, I'm afraid...

to Germany, uh, France,
and Italy.

Here's my card.

But my real love
is the, uh... Oboe.

Do you play anything?

The pianoforte.

Oh.

That's a ticket
to the opera, Mr. Briggs.

I do beg your pardon.

I played the flute
when I was at school.

I've always thought of myself
as a flutey kind of person.

Mr. Briggs... 60 pounds?

Oh, in cash.
Well, uh, Mrs. Arbuthnot,

checks are more usual, but...

however, I'm richer,
and you're happier.

And, uh, I've got the money,
and you've got San Salvatore,

and I think
I know which is best.

Well, um...

now, here are all the details.

Yes, there we are. Plus...

photographs. There we are.

And the spare key...
and I'll give you a receipt.

Your, um...

Your husband is going
with you, Mrs. Arbuthnot?

No.

No, I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'd no right to--
I do understand... uh...

sad times...

the war...

Thank you, Mr. Briggs.

Well, I think you'll fit
in very well at San Salvatore.

There are several portraits
of you on the walls.

Portraits of me?

Madonnas... exactly like you,
Mrs. Arbuthnot.

Are they looking disappointed?

No more than usual.

Rose.

Rose, we've done it!

We've done it!

You would've thought
that hundreds would have jumped

at the chance of sharing
a month's peace and quiet

in San Salvatore.

I can't understand why
we've only had two replies.

It doesn't leave us much choice.

I knew them all, you know.

Dear Alfred Tennyson,
who pulled my pigtails

and said they were too long.

And I sat on Mr. Carlyle's knee.

Oh, how he scowled.

I'm a perfect sharer
of your holiday, Mrs. Arbuthnot.

All I wish to do is sit
in the shade

and remember better times
and better men.

I'm very fond of flowers, too,

and from what you tell me
in your advertisement,

San Salvatore will be perfect.

I remember spending a weekend
with my father at box hill.

Who lived at box hill?

George Meredith...

The novelist.

Did you know Keats?

Keats?

No, I didn't,

and I didn't know Shakespeare
or Chaucer either.

Oh, no, of course not.
It's just that, um...

well, it's just that
they're immortal, aren't they?

And I've always thought
of immortals as being...

um, well...Immortal--
Not having died--

I mean, they're alive,
but they're dead...

And-- And alive.
It's-- It's odd.

Very odd.

I thought I saw Keats
the other day in Hampstead

crossing the road
to his house where he lived.

It was about teatime--

Well, Mrs. Fisher,
time we were going.

I really did see him.
He was dressed in--

I hope you're not in the habit

of seeing dead people,
however distinguished.

It's not in the best of taste.

I'm sure the last thing
I would want to see

is my late husband, Mr. Fisher,
crossing the road

in front of my house.

I'm sure.

Well, Mrs. Fisher,
everything seems in order...

MRS.Provided your
references are satisfactory.

Our references?

Aren't we the ones
who ought to be

asking for references
from you, Mrs. Fisher?

These should be satisfactory.

The president
of the royal academy,

Archbishop of Canterbury,

the governor
of the Bank of England.

I've known them for years.

I don't think references
are very nice things

amongst decent people.

I mean, we're
not businessmen, are we?

They have
to distrust each other.

Mrs. Wilkins is right,
Mrs. Fisher.

References do bring a certain
atmosphere into our plans

which isn't quite what we want,

so I don't think
we'll take up yours...

or give you ours...

in which case I shall assume
that you don't wish to join us.

Well, very well. No references.

I waive all references.

Forgive me
if I don't see you out.

Lady Caroline Dester.

Ooh, she sounds very grand.

Very smart.

Do you see her with us
at San Salvatore?

I'm Caroline Dester.

I'm Mrs. Arbuthnot,
and this is Mrs. Wilkins.

How do you do?

Do sit down.

Thank you.

You realize it will be
very quiet at San Salvatore.

Nothing. No one.

Just the waves.

It sounds like heaven.

I'll be in Italy, which I love,

and not in a hotel,
which a loathe.

Best of all I won't be staying
with friends I'll be

with strangers.
Wonderful.

Why is that so wonderful?

Well, you won't be able
to mention a single person
I know.

You don't know anyone
I know, do you?

No, I don't think so.

Nor do I.

Good. It's so boring otherwise.

It's no holiday to talk about

the same old thing,
same old people.

I want to just sit
and not talk and not think

and not be the center
of everything all the time.

You know what that's like.

No, I don't.

Neither do I.

Well, it's very wearing.

Everybody makes demands...

especially men.

Yes.

Oh, Caroline.

Hello, Jimmy.

Caroline, darling.

Marvelous party.

I'm not sure
if you really deserve it.

And this one I've inscribed
with a personal message for you.

Oh, thank you so much. Now,
I would like you to--

Excuse me, I must go and have
a word with your daughter.

Yes, but I was--

No, no, no, no.

Hello, I'm so glad
you could make it.

I was looking forward--

Gerald.

- Congratulations on the book.
- Thank you, Caroline.

Your mother has been most
generous in setting this up.

- You look lovely.
- I know. Thank you, Gerald.

You mustn't monopolize Caroline.
It isn't fair.

Even though you are
the guest of honor, Mr. Arundel.

- You're going away, I hear.
- Who's been talking?

- Authors have ways.
- Was it mother?

My lips are sealed.

I need to get away.

Where are you going?

If I told you, I wouldn't be
getting away, would I?

It's a secret, is it?

And please don't try
and find out, Gerald.

No, no.

Why don't you go home?

I just must have
some time alone.

No! Stop!

It's all your fault!

Frederick?

Good night, my dear.

Splendid, my dear.

The apricot tart
was especially fine.

Mellersh, there's something
I want to talk to you about.

There's something I want to talk
to you, too, about, my dear.

I'm thinking of taking you
to Italy for Easter.

What?

I'm thinking of taking
you to Italy for Easter.

We could
both do with the change.

It would be nice to go together.

A second person
is always useful in a country

whose language
one doesn't speak...

to look after the luggage

while one communicates
with the natives.

You seem stunned, my dear.

I am.

Yes, well, you don't seem
very enthusiastic about it.

It really is the most
extraordinary coincidence,

Mellersh.
Really extraordinary. You see...

I've been invited by a friend

to spend April
with her in Italy.

She has a house there.

What?

Well, a kind of castle,
really...

so I said yes.

This is outrageous, Lotty.

You accept an invitation
from a friend

- without consulting me?
- I'm consulting you now.

Well, you can write to her
and just tell her you can't go.

It's absolutely out
of the question.

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because I don't want to!

I'm afraid
it's all settled, Mellersh.

I can't go back on my word now.

Settled? Settled?
Nothing's settled.

I don't believe it a word of it.

A friend with a castle
in Italy? What friend?

You haven't got
any friends as far as I know.

Rose Arbuthnot.

Rose Arbuth--
I never heard of Rose Arbuthnot!

Well, she's very nice.
Everybody says so.

Tell me if you'd like
another helping of apricot tart.

No, I would not like
another helping of apricot tart!

Lotty, you are not going
to Italy alone. Absolutely not!

How is this different?

Well,
this is Italian rain.

There's no one here
to meet us.

We are four hours late.

What? Oh! Oh! Stop, thief!

- Madame...-

Madame... English madame!
San Salvatore!

San Salvatore!

San Salvatore?
Oh, Lotty! Lotty!

Oh!

It's all right!

- They must have sent it!

-What?
- Oh, oh!

Madame... English madame,
San Salvatore?

My horsey, good horsey.

Buono! Buono!

We're in God's hands now.

Oh! Oh!

We have no choice, Lotty.

San Salvatore.

San Salvatore!

San Salvatore.

BIRDS CHIRPING]

Do you suppose it's all real?

Were you ever
in your whole life so happy?

Never.

I promised myself

the first thing
to happen in this place

would be a kiss.

Oh, it's a mirage.

No, it's her.

Oh, I didn't know
she'd arrived already.

Neither did I.

She'll get a headache,

sitting in the sun
like that without a hat.

She's treading on lilies.

Well, they're hers
as much as ours.

Only a quarter of them.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I got here yesterday.

Oh, what a pity.

We were going to choose
the nicest room for you.

Oh, I've already done that.

At least
I think it's the nicest.

We were going to make it pretty
for you with lots of flowers.

Oh, Domenico's done that.
I told him when I got here.

He's the gardener.

Uh, well, it's good
to be independent

and to know exactly
what one wants.

It saves time.

But you shouldn't be
too independent

that people have
no chance to be generous.

You know, I hadn't realized
you were so pretty.

That's very kind
of you to say so.

You're really quite lovely.

I hope you make the most of it.

Yes, I've been
making the most of it

ever since I can remember.

Because it won't last.

I know.

I mustn't miss breakfast.

Buon Giorno.

Oh, there you are.

Oh, we had no idea
you were here.

Oh, yes, I'm here.

Cuckoos.

What?

Nothing.

I was just thinking
about cuckoos

for some reason.

Oh.

Uh, tea or coffee?

Uh, coffee.

Uh, lady Caroline's Italian
is much better than mine.

My Italian
is the Italian of Dante.

Very old-fashioned. I--

I was taught it
by Mr. Robert Browning.

Wonderful.

London doesn't exist anymore.

I suppose you realize
we've got to heaven.

Oh, Grazie.

Well, I intend to spend most
of my time reading by myself.

Nobody wants to see an old woman
hobbling about everywhere.

Oh, I do hope your bedroom
is comfortable.

Oh, quite.

It had two beds in it
for some reason

so I had one taken out.

Oh, so that's why
I've got two beds.

I've got two beds as well.

The second one
must be lady Caroline's.

Uh, we simply asked Francesca
to take them out.

We didn't need them.

Neither do we.

Do we, Rose? Our husbands
aren't here to put in them.

In my day,

husbands and beds
were rarely spoken of

in the same breath.

Husbands were taken seriously,

as the only
real obstacle to sin.

Would you like some more coffee,
Mrs. Arbuthnot?

Uh...

no, thank you.

Uh, would you?

No.

Uh, have you all you want?

Yes, thank you. Have you?

Mrs. Arbuthnot...

you have the most
interesting habit

of answering a question
with the same question.

Oh, no, no. Don't apologize.

I wasn't going to.

Well... ...I'd better
get on with my duties.

What time would you like lunch?

Lunch is at half past00.

Oh, I'll tell cook.

It'll be a bit of a struggle,

but I've bought
a little dictionary.

The cook knows.

Oh?

Lady Caroline
has already told her.

Oh.

She speaks the sort of Italian
cooks understand.

I couldn't get into the kitchen
because of my stick.

Ooh.

Grazie.

Domenico?

I just want to get
my feathers smooth again.

Not spoken to, not grabbed.

If I can be left quiet
for one month...

forget things...

I might be able
to get myself straight.

I've wasted so much time
being beautiful.

Not one of them here.

Lax. Lax.

Uh, are you all right?

Yes.

- Did you hear the gong?
- Yes.

I have a headache.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Perhaps some tea
might do you good.

No.

I expect she really wants
is to be left quiet.

Yes.

But I can't bear
to think of you out here

with a headache. Perhaps some--

I think what she really wants
is to be left alone.

- May I have the bread, please?
- Hmm?

Do you know the Italian
for aspirin?

MRS.The proper cure
for headaches is castor oil.

She hasn't got a headache.

Carlyle suffered terribly
from headaches and neuralgia.

He always took castor oil.

Um, what lady Caroline
wants is a dose.

Only one, mind.

It's a mistake
to keep on taking castor oil.

Do you know the Italian for it?

Uh, no, I don't think I do.

No. Castor oil isn't
in classical Italian.

She hasn't got a headache.

Then why, pray, should she
say she has, Mrs. Wilkins?

Oh, she's--
She's just trying to be polite.

Soon she won't have to try.

She'll-- She'll just be herself
without trying.

Lotty has
a theory about this place.

I'm sure,
but I don't understand

why you assume lady Caroline
is not telling the truth.

Oh, I don't assume. I know.

MRS.
And how, pray, do you know?

I saw inside her.

I hear you're not well.

But, I expect
the journey's upset you.

Now, what you need
is a good dose

of some simple medicine
like castor oil.

Ah, I thought
you weren't asleep.

Now, take my advice.

And don't neglect
what might turn into an illness.

This is Italy.

Don't worry about me.

I'm just lying here thinking.

MRS.Well,
that's dangerous, too.

Now, I should go
to bed and get well.

I am well.

Then why did you send
a message saying you were ill?

I didn't.

Then I have had all the trouble
of coming out here for nothing.

Yes, but don't you
prefer coming out

and finding me well

than coming out
and finding me ill?

Isn't this a delightful room?
We've just discovered it.

Well, really.

Why don't you like us
being here?

I should have thought
you could see. This is my room.

The notepaper.
That's my notepaper.

And the pen.

It's yours?
Uh, I'm very sorry. I--

I've been writing some
very nice things with it.

I-- I don't think
I've hurt it in any way.

But why can't we be here?

This is a sitting room,
and we've been sitting.

There's another one.

You and your friend
can't sit in two rooms at once.

And if I've no wish
to disturb you in yours,

you shouldn't
disturb me in mine.

It's all right.

Soon you'll want us to share.

You'll--
You'll probably even ask me

to use your pen if you know
that I haven't got one.

I need a room to myself.

I'm an old woman.

I can't get about
because of my stick.

I have to sit.

I want somewhere
where I won't be disturbed.

Mrs. Fisher, I assure you,
we have no intention--

No, we're only too glad
for you to have this room

if it makes you happy.

We just didn't know about it.
That's all.

We wouldn't have come in
if we had...

not until you
invited us, anyway,

and you probably will do,
you know...

very soon.

It isn't her room.

I've been thinking
about Mellersh.

Why?

I've been a... mean dog.

A-- A what?

All this coming away

and leaving him
in that dreary place

while I'm here
enjoying myself in heaven.

You know, he planned a holiday
in Italy with me...

and I planned a holiday
in Italy by myself.

I think he must be very hurt.

I've written
and told him everything.

Uh, you mean
about the advertisement

and your nest egg?

Oh, no.

I'll tell him
about that when he comes.

Uh, oh, when he comes?

I've written
and invited him to stay.

It's the least I could do.

It would be mean not
to share all this.

You think he'll come?

Oh, I hope so, poor lamb.

I see him here.

Lotty.

Lotty, I can't keep up.

The whole idea
about coming here

was to get away... wasn't it?

And now after just one day,

you want to write
to the very people--

The very people
we're trying to get away from.

Yes, I know.

It's idiotic, isn't it, Rose?
But I feel so happy here.

This place makes me
feel flooded with love.

The important thing is
to have lots of love about.

I was very stingy
with it back home.

I-- I used to measure
and count it out.

I had this obsession
with justice, you see.

I wouldn't love Mellersh

unless he loved me back
exactly as much.

And as he didn't...

and neither did I.

The emptiness of it all.

I don't think I'll come down
to the village.

Um...

I'd like to stay here and think.

Don't think too long.

- Write and invite him now.
- Invite who?

Your husband.

Lotty can write,
and Mellersh will answer.

Frederick won't.

Or if he did,

it would be,
"thanks for the letter.

"Don't hurry back.

"Say if you want money.

Frederick."

That's a beautiful dress.

No. I've had it a hundred years.

But you must be very cold in it.

It's easy to catch
a chill here after dark.

You look as though
you have nothing on underneath.

I haven't.

That's very imprudent

And very improper.

There are no men here,
so how can it be improper?

Have you noticed how difficult
it is to be improper

when there are no men about.

That's sad, but true.

I've had a wonderful day.

I've decided to invite someone
to stay here.

- What?
- I think he'll like it.

- Who?
-Wilkins.

- Well, that's your name.
- And his.

A relation?

A husband.

MRS.I thought you
were a war widow.

Why?

There are so many of them about.

When we were in London,

we agreed we could invite
one guest each, didn't we?

I don't remember.

I do, but it's incredible
you should want to.

I thought the whole idea was
to get away from friends--

-And husbands.
- And family affection.

And lack of family affection.

- Really.
- It wouldn't be so bad. It would
give a person room to breathe.

No. It would be terrible,
like having no clothes on.

- I like that.
- MRS.Really!

It's a good feeling,
getting rid of things.

But it's so cold
having nothing on...

and knowing that you'll never
have anything on again.

You're going
to get colder and colder

until, at last, you die of it.

That's what it's like
living with someone

who doesn't love you.

MRS.Well, would you
pass me the cream?

But doesn't he love you?

Mellersh?
He shows no signs of it.

-- Delicious.
- MRS.- Oh, really.

I didn't think it was delicious.

I was miserable,

and then, today, I got well.

I can't ever be happy
shutting him out.

I must share.

Now I know exactly what
the blessed Damozel felt like.

Who's the blessed Damozel?

It's a poem.
I'll lend you a copy.

Please, don't.

And the author, Mr. Rosetti,
though not all one would wish,

was frequently invited
to my father's house.

How terrible for you.

That's what my mother's
always doing,

inviting authors.
I hate authors, don't you?

Me?

Well, sometimes.

I wouldn't mind them
if they didn't write books.

Go on about Mellersh.

Oh, really.

Well, it's all these beds.

Eight beds and only four people.
That's dreadful.

I want Rose to invite
her husband here, too.

- MRS.Really.
- Really!

Sorry.

You do realize, of course,

that there is only one
spare bedroom in the house.

One? Who's in all the others?

We are.

There are six rooms.
We have four.

Francesca has the fifth,
and the sixth is empty.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I want to love Mellersh,

but not necessarily
spend every night with him.

Where am I going to put him?

Isn't one room enough for him?

Yes, but there
won't be room left

for anybody that you
may want to invite here.

Well, I shan't want to.

No?

And Rose doesn't count.

She'd want to share her room
with her husband.

It's written all over her.

- Lotty!
- MRS.Really.

Really, what?

Well, really, am I to understand

you propose to reserve
the only spare bedroom

for the exclusive use
of your family?

Mellersh isn't my family.
He's my husband.

Well, as nobody seems
to want the room,

- Mellersh must have it.
- I have a friend.

Kate Lumley.

Perhaps you know her?

I wish to invite her to join me.

That settles Mellersh, then.

Oh.

Afraid you're in for it, Lotty.

Unless, of course,
he can't come.

No, no.

I see him here.

MRS.
Why am I so restless?

I haven't felt this restless
since I was a child.

It's too absurd
for someone my age.

But look at me.
I can't keep still.

I feel...
something is going to happen.

But I won't let it.

I won't let it.

It's odd how one's mind

slips sideways
in a place like this.

I walked without my stick today.

It's very strange.

If you knew me,
you'd know how strange it was.

You can talk to your Kate Lumley
about that when she comes.

Oh, no.
Kate would only look at me

and suggest a cup of tea.

I'm starving.

I've had another wonderful day.

- Has the letter gone?
- What letter's that?

Inviting her husband here.

Oh, Lotty, don't.
Another one?

MRS.Who is her husband?

Mr. Arbuthnot, of course.

I mean what is Mr. Arbuthnot?

My husband.

Caroline's right.
Minds slip sideways.

How could I invite him?

What would we talk about?

The truth is...

I bore him.

And there's no way back.

No. If you bore somebody,

it's almost impossible
to un-bore him.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

- Is that lady Caroline Dester?
- No.

Rose. Mrs. Arbuthnot.
Caroline'll still be in bed.

Caroline?
You call her Caroline?

I must say, Lotty.

When I got your letter
and found you were on holiday

with lady Caroline Dester,
I was impressed.

Isn't it beautiful here,
Mellersh?

Do you know the Desters
are one of the richest families

in England? For once, Lotty,
you're being really useful.

The air is golden.

Now, first I think
I'll have a bath,

then a shave, then I'll change
my clothes, have a sleep,

and then I'll lunch.

And then you can introduce me
to lady Caroline Dester.

I've planned exactly
what I'm going to say.

Mellersh, I do believe
you came all this way

just to see lady Caroline
and not me.

No. No, my dear.
No, no, no.

No. I came here to see you.
Oh, yes.

If, however, in so doing,

I can improve
our business prospects,

well...

Oh, I don't mind.

You're here.
That's the important thing.

And you'll change.

Signore. Signore.

Yes. Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Thank you. Thank you.

Out. Out. Thank you very much.

I can wash myself,
thank you, madame.

Thank you very much indeed.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Yes. Thank you very much.
Yes, yes.

- No.
- Oh. There you are.
There you are.

Thank you very much indeed.
That'll be all.

Thank you ever so much.
Thank you.

Pericoloso.

Charming people.

Charming.

Ha!

Oh!

Blast that bloody bath!

- Oh, my god.
- How do you do?

- H-- How do you do?
- I'm Caroline Dester.

A-- Allow me
to introduce myself.

My name's Mellersh Wilkins.

I'm... I'm afraid I used
unpardonable language.

I thought it most appropriate
in the circumstances.

- Oh. That's right.
- Mrs. Fisher,

Allow me to introduce
Mr. Mellersh Wilkins.

This is Mrs. Fisher.

Oh. Uh...

always a pleasure to meet
a friend of my wife's.

I-- I was just taking a bath.

Oh, I didn't know
Pericoloso meant explosion.

Otherwise I would've
remained dirty.

Oh, but now, Mellersh,
You look absolutely spotless.

You look clean enough
to eat dinner off.

Lady Caroline acted
with true grace.

And Mrs. Fisher is remarkable,
too, in her way.

A woman of parts and property,
if I'm not mistaken,

who may need my counseling.

Lotty, your friends
are splendid. Splendid.

Why you kept them
a secret is beyond me.

Signora, signora.

Does this good lady
want something?

- Money.
- Money?

I think she's talking
about the housekeeping bills.

You're nothing to do with those.
You're a guest here.

I'm afraid I'm not.

The four of us are sharing
the expense of this holiday.

I'm paying for my share
out of my nest egg.

Y-- You've every right
to be angry with me.

Nonsense.

Well...
it's your money, after all.

And you needed a holiday
like this.

Where else would you meet
such interesting people?

Oh! Oh, Mellersh...

you really are sweet.

Oh.
Signora, signora.

Mellersh, you belong here.

Uh, this is the result

of one week's unbridled license,
and it must stop.

Yes, Mr. Wilkins,

I don't approve
of men smoking indoors.

- I thought you wouldn't.
- I'm looking for
that lady Caroline girl.

- Ah, a most agreeable guest.
- Agreeable?

She's been letting the bills run
up in a most terrible fashion.

What has lady Caroline
to do with the bills?

Well, the housekeeping
was left to her.

Lady Caroline
housekeeping for a party

that includes my wife?
You render me speechless.

You do know she's the daughter
of Lord Dester...

- The Lord Dester.
- Well, ah!

Well, that accounts for it then.

The botch-up her father made
in his department

during the war
was a national scandal.

They never could
actually prove anything.

You ought to have told me

you were not doing
the household bills.

I didn't know you thought I was.

Well, what do you propose we do
for the rest of the time here?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Uh, ladies...

m-- May I make a suggestion?

Why not allow
a certain amount per head?

And tell the cook from that sum,

she must cater for you
as well as ever.

It's easily reckoned out.

The charges of a modest hotel
perhaps... halved.

Hmm.

Well, that's very sensible,
- Mr. Wilkins.
- Oh, it is,

but what about the terrifying
bills for this last week?

Don't worry. I'll pay them.

It'll be my present
to San Salvatore,

and I don't want Lotty worried
- in any way.
- That's most generous of you.

Well, uh, if you wish
to waste your money,

- I agree.
- Good.

Well, we needn't
bother lady Caroline

any further. Mrs. Fisher...Oh, really.

do tell me about Ruskin.

I like him.

I didn't think I would,
but I do.

He doesn't hover.
He doesn't grab.

He fits in.

I shouldn't write.

He won't come.

"What do I want with a holiday?"

This place is making me soft,
and work is the only salvation.

You know I won't post it.

Domenico can do it.

MRS.It's this place.

Different
from Inverness terrace.

Nothing young there.

Ridiculous...

this feeling I'm suddenly
going to burst out.

Absurd at my age.

I won't have it.
I won't have it.

- Mellersh?
- Ah!

Thank you, my dear.

Uh.

Ah.

I've made up my mind.

I've decided
to pay your expenses

for this holiday,
as well as my own.

Your nest egg...

will not be touched.

Oh, Mellersh.

- How nice of you.
- C-- Careful. Careful.

Now I realize
how valuable you are to me.

In my profession...

a man is always helped
by having a...

a clever and...
attractive wife.

Lady Caroline
thinks you're attractive.

And so do I.

Do you think
I'm attractive, Mellersh?

Yes, I do.

One thing puzzles me, though.

Why weren't you
attractive sooner?

I've been lucky.

All the advantages
I was born with,

and I've misused them.

Perhaps if jack
hadn't been killed.

No. No. That's an excuse.

Thousands of women
lost men in the war.

I should count my blessings.

So why aren't I satisfied?

I have it all.

Why can't I hold onto it?

He'll have got
your letter by now.

I shouldn't have sent it.

Oh, no.

You'll get a message very soon
saying he's on his way.

It works for you.

You have a gift for happiness.

Ah! Mrs. Arbuthnot...

I was looking for you.

There's a telegram.

Rose?

Not bad news, I trust?

No, no.

On the contrary.

"I am passing on way
to Rome. Will pay my respects."

And who is George Briggs?

The owner.
It's his house.

He's coming this afternoon.

He's very nice.

Mr. Briggs.

Oh, we didn't
expect you so soon.

Yes, it really is extraordinary,
the likeness.

Oh, well, I hope I don't look
quite so solemn.

It isn't really so much like me.

Well, I can see deeper
than most. You're alike inside.

You and Lotty should get
on very well.

She sees inside people, too.

La signora Fisher...

Who's Signora Fisher?

One of the four of us
who are sharing your house.

Four?

Well, my friend and I decided

we couldn't afford it
on our own, so...

Oh, dear.
If I had known.

Oh.

Come on. I'll introduce you
to Mrs. Fisher.

No. W-- Won't she keep?
Won't you show me around first?

- But it's your house.
- Well, no, it's not.

Well, until Monday week.

Come on. You show me all your
views, and I'll show you mine.

Careful now. Here.

Ah, there we are.

MR.-
- What?

- Why are you laughing?
- MR.
Well, it's like coming home.

Oh, but this is your home.

No. I mean like coming home
to a family.

I've never had a family.
You see, I'm an orphan.

- Oh! I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I hope you haven't
been one long. I...

No, I mean, well...

I don't know what I mean.

No. I-- I was adopted. Happily.

But I always missed...
having a family.

And there's something about you

that's exactly my idea
of a family. You're so...

warm.

Well, you wouldn't think so
if you saw my house in London.

There's nothing warm there.

Why, not at all.

I'd believe any place
you lived in

would be exactly like you.

You're not going to tell me
that San Salvatore is like me?

Well, of course.

I mean, you must admit
it's beautiful.

Here.

MRS.I've been thinking.

Isn't it better
to feel young somewhere

than old everywhere?

Time enough to feel old again

when we have to leave
this beautiful place.

Oh, good gracious.

Child.

Child.

Excuse me.
Do you-- Do you remember me?

- Yes, of course, Mr. Briggs.
- Hello.

MR.Yes, you must have
some tea. I'll get Francesca

to make some fresh.

Oh, I-- No. I'm sorry.
I'm forgetting myself.

Oh, it's very natural.

I... I'll go and ask Francesca.

Oh, no. No, don't you go.
Um, uh, Francesca,

Ancora Té, Francesca.

I was, uh, explaining,
Mrs. Wilkins,

that I'm just on my way
to Rome, and, um...

I thought I'd just look in
and make sure

and make sure
you were all comfortable.

And where are you
staying, Mr. Briggs?

MR.At a hotel
at Mezzago.

Well, no.
You must stay here.

It's your home.
You can have Kate Lumley's room.

You wouldn't mind him
using it for one night,

would you, Mrs. Fisher?

Kate Lumley
- isn't actually in it.
- No, she isn't.

Uh, Kate Lumley is unfortunately
a very wide person,

and that's a very narrow room.

No. Kate might get into it,
But once in,

she would probably
never get out.

So, you see, dear boy,
you must stay here.

Yes, you must.

Well, if you all agree,

I'd love to be a guest,

especially with three
such lovely hostesses.

Uh, but there is a fourth,
isn't there?

MRS.Uh... yes.

You can ask her yourself,
Mr. Briggs.

Caroline,
this is Mr. Briggs, the owner.

We've invited him
to stay the night.

MR.- Yes, if there's ro--- Oh, lord, another man.

Looks like a grabber.
Grab, grab, grab.

There's Kate Lumley's room.

She's not coming,
is she, Mrs. Fisher?

Well, not if I can help it.

- Then I join in the invitation.
- Well, thank you.

So we'll have another whole day

to explore San Salvatore,
if you'll let me.

- I'd be delighted.
- MR.Good.

Could you give me some
of those cherries, my dear?

MRS.You'd better get
your things, Mr. Briggs.

- Oh, yes.
- Oh, we can easily send Domenico.

MR.Well, only
if you're sure it wouldn't be

any trouble, Mrs. Arbuthnot.

MRS.Mr. Briggs...Mm-hmm.

- - ...do tell Caroline
about the oleander tree.

Oh, well... Yes, um...

uh, yes, you see this, uh,
oleander just here.

Well, my father...

uh, many years ago...

stuck his cherry-wood
walking stick into that spot

and said to the head gardener,

"this is where
we'll have an oleander."

And he left it there
as a reminder...

and, uh, after a while,

uh, quite how long
nobody can be sure...

It-- The stick began to sprout.
And it was...

an oleander.

Is that true?

It doesn't matter.
It's such a pretty story.

Yes, it is.

He seemed
very taken with Rose.

He certainly didn't grab
like the rest of them.

I'm pleased.
Yes, I'm very pleased.

Of course I'm pleased.

Gerald?

Gerald Arundel.
It can't be.

Oh, my goodness.

Caroline...

I didn't expect--What are you doing here?

You must forgive me,
dear Caroline.

Your mother told me
where you were.

As I happened to be passing
on my way to Rome,

I thought I'd get out at Mezzago
and just look in...

...see how you were...

if that's all right.

But, didn't mother tell you
- I was having a rest cure?
- Yes, she did.

That's why
I didn't come earlier.

Left it till near dinnertime.
Didn't want to intrude.

I thought you might be bored.

Oh, I'm not.

I apologize for barging in
like this.

No, no.
I'm rather glad to see you.

Tell me all about mother.

- She's taken to wearing a wig.
- A wig?

Blond.

She looks rather like Brunhild.

I must run,
or I'll never be ready in time.

Don't worry about me.

I'd just like to have a sit
after that walk.

See you at dinner.

Frederick?

Frederick.

Rose.

I knew you'd come.

When did you start?

Start? Yesterday morning.

You started right away then.

Right away, yes.

You got my letter very quickly,
didn't you?

Your letter?

Very quick.

Sweetheart...

I'm so glad you came.

Oh, I am sorry.
I-- I didn't mean to...

Mr. Briggs.

Well, I'm damned.

This is my husband...

Frederick Arbuthnot.

I thought you were a widow.

No. Why?

Well, no, I thought, um...

Well, so many women seem
to be...

Frederick, this is Mr. Briggs.
He owns the castle.

How do you do?

Well, yes. Oh, how do--Well, um...

We'd better go on.

Oh... come on.

We mustn't be late for dinner.

Not like Caroline.

- Caroline?
- She's always late.

Lady Caroline Dester.
She's one of my friends.

Are you all right, dear?

Never better.

Of course, Mrs. Fisher,
It would be undoubtedly best

if one's outward appearance
and one's feelings matched,

but so often they don't.

One can't have everything.

I, for example...

am at the moment
feeling happy...

Joyful, even-- But do I show it?

I kept telling Rose you'd come,
didn't I, Rose?

You did.

I didn't believe it,
but here you are.

You're right, Lotty.
It's this place.

- It's a tub of love.

-It is.
- What?

A tub of love.

Ah, this is Caroline.

I'm Frederick Arbuthnot--
Frederick Arbuthnot.

My name's Frederick Arbuthnot.
I'm Rose's husband.

I've just come down to see her.
Yes, yes, yes. Hmm.

How nice.

And I'm late on
your very first evening.

Do forgive me.

Uh-huh.

Mmm.

Isn't she beautiful?

Love...

Yes.

You know,
it's a great thing

to get on with one's loving...

and not to waste time.

I suppose you think

Rose's husband is just
a middle-aged, red-faced,

rather ordinary man.

He isn't.

- Isn't he?
- No.

Rose sees through all that.

She sees what we can't see
because she loves him.

Oh, dear Lotty,

We must be friends forever
and forever.

Oh!

Thank you for not, uh...

I don't know what you mean,
Mr. Arbuthnot.

I think Rose is waiting for you.

Frederick,
how's your book going?

- My book?
- Mmm.

It sounds exciting.

Theo, the slave prince.

Theodora, the slave princess...

can wait.

Oh, hello. Who's that?

- It's me-- Caroline Dester.
- Ah.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Oh, no, no.

Forgive me.

I couldn't help noticing
how miserable you seemed.

Was it the unexpected arrival
of Mr. Arbuthnot?

Uh, yes.

I thought
Mr. Arbuthnot had died.

- Well, so many men died.
- Yes. So many.

Yes. It's, um...

well, you may not have noticed,
but I'm rather shortsighted.

- Indeed?
- Well, the war.

Oh...

Does it give you any pain?

On, no, no. Absolutely not.

Nothing to it at all,

but it-- It does rather mean
I never get a...

good look at people, you know.

They all seem
- rather hazy somehow.
- Ah.

I tend to judge people
by their voices,

you know, the inside person,

and it did rather seem to me
that Mrs. Arbuthnot was...

wonderful-- Inside.

Wonderful inside? Yes.

That's important.

Yes.

Oh, what the devil.

It's too beautiful a night
to be miserable.

- Though I do miss the stars.
- No!

Sorry.

I had to grab you.

MRS.All my dead friends

don't seem
worth reading tonight.

They always say
the same things--

Good things,
but always the same.

They were-- They are-- Great.

But they have
one terrible disadvantage--

They're all dead.

I'm tired of the dead.

I want the living.

Thank you, my dear.

I was feeling
a little melancholy.

Where are the others?

They all seem to have
paired off, Mrs. Fisher.

It does seem that

people can only
be happy in pairs.

All sorts of pairs.

Then you and I will be a pair,
Mrs. Fisher.

We're going to be
very good friends.

- I hope so, Lotty.
- I see it.

Then we will be.

Where exactly are the others?

Well, the Roses are in love
in the rose garden.

The Roses?

Why not call them
the Arbuthnots, my dear?

Very well, Mellersh.
The Arbuthnots.

And the Carolines--The who?

Oh, the Briggses, then.

The Briggses?
Oh, are you mad?

They never set eyes
on each other before today.

That's why they're able
to go ahead.

Go ahead?

It's no use, Mellersh.

I see them as the Briggses.

You coming, my dear?

It's so sad to leave here.

Lotty, Lotty,
just a moment, my dear.

- You go on.
- Are you sure?

You go on ahead,
and I'll join you presently.

All right.

Mind your step here.
Such a beautiful place.

- Marvelous.
-Wait for Lotty.

One last look.

Per Favore, Domenico.

- Grazie.
-Mrs. Fisher!

-- Yoo-hoo!
-- Come on!

That last week,

the whole country seemed
to dress itself in white.

There were white lilies,
white stocks,

white Banksia roses,

and the fragrance
of the acacias.

Even after we'd got
to the bottom of the hill

and passed through
the iron gates

and out into the village,

we could still smell
the acacias.

We could smell them
even when we reached London.

But that's another story.