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I don't how long
I spent there,

emotionless, observing
the darkness above me.

Was she looking up at
the same starless sky?

I had to know, I had to find her
to tell her everything

that I know now,
that I know to be true.

I had to see her again
and tell her

that I loved her.

Except when you were constantly
interrupted by her.

-Auntie Audrey.
-Have you forgotten
all about me?

- What do you mean?
-Well, I haven't heard from you since Tuesday.

Oh, it's Thursday.

Oh, my mistake. Sorry to bother.

I guess I'll wait to hear
from you at my funeral then.

Well, I'm sorry
I didn't call you yesterday.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah.
Listen you, me, dinner tonight.

We have things to discuss.

-What things?
-Ah, leave your reader
in suspense

and they'll always return.

- What exactly?
-I'm leaving you in a suspense

so you don't flake out on me.
7:00 PM, okay?

- Love you.
-Love you.

Oh, shit.

Ah.

Uh, there you go.

Lunch ended ten minutes ago.

Yes, I know, I know.
I was writing,
you know how I get.

You do know there's
a coffee shop
just around the block.

Don't all writers
love coffee shops?

So what if I'm always
a little late.

Freeman,
in my office now.

Afternoon.

What is this?

I believe that's the magazine
I work for.

And what does this magazine
you work for print?

Uhm...
Travel and leisure articles.

No kidding. Here I thought
we publish romantic prose.

"As the sun sets over
the towering skyscrapers,

one watches from their balcony

as the sky's orange hues
turn to red,

red turns to purple,
purple turns to black,

and stars light up the void."

-Yada, yada, yada.
-I thought that was pretty good.

This is a feature on
an affordable luxury hotel,
not The Notebook.

All of that, and you couldn't
even mention they had pool.

-Sorry, but I was just trying--
-This just isn't the sort
of thing our readers expect.

I understand Ms. Johnson,
but I was trying to grab the
attention of the readers.

I get it. You're a writer.

And like any other writer,
you want to get paid
for doing what you love.

But it doesn't always
work out like that.

Okay.

-Hey, Ian.
-Yes.

Get me that feature
on the place
in the Italian countryside

on my desk
by the end of tomorrow,

and then you can
enjoy your holidays.

You will have earned it.

Yes, ma'am.

-Sorry I'm late.
-You're late.

Yes. I know,
I know, I know.

-Well, what do you think?
-It's good. It's really good.

-Dare I even say it's great.
-So you like it?

No, I don't like it.
I loved it.

This, "Wanderlust," this is,

it's as good as your first book,
maybe even better.

-Any notes?
-Yeah. I have one note.

-Where's the rest of it?
-I'm working on it constantly.

Don't make me wait
another year

while you waste your
talents on travel guides.

I'm using the vacation time,
go to work

and I'll get it done
in the next two weeks.

Okay, good. 'Cause the second
you get it done,

I'll get it to the publishers
and they will throw money at
you.

The advance that you got,
that was good, right?

When you see the deal that I
negotiated for you on this book

is going to make you
a very rich man.

Hello, Pauline.

By the way, you didn't have to.

Thank you.

That's good.

As your agent, I want to seal
this pact with a toast.

Andrew, the glass. It's, uhm...
It's half empty.

You finish the manuscript,
it'll be full.

And we both know
what happens to you when
you've had one too many.

To finishing.

To finishing.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm just going to shoot
off a couple more emails

-and then I can.
-Okay.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

Andrew loved my manuscript.

Hmm?

That what was finished a bit.

Okay. Well, isn't that,
that's great, Ian.

Hmm.

Oh my God. Look, it's,

it's obvious these last
few years have been,

they've been a nightmare.

I mean, you're working
part-time for a pittance.

You're up all night writing,
which means I'm up all night.

Now you've got something
you can sell.

But it's not done yet.

Oh.

Hopefully,
I can use the time that--

I've got off work to finish it.

Okay. So, what I'm
hearing is that you and I

are going to spend
absolutely no time together
the next two weeks.

But it won't take that long.
I just...

I need a couple of days a week,

and then the second week
that we can hang out.

Ian, you promised me

you're going to get this
manuscript done a year ago.

-It, it--
-And the year before that.

I think you need to
just start making money
with another book.

Or go full-time at the magazine
or just get another job.

You don't have to be
a writer, Ian.

Okay.

That was...

I'm sorry.

- It's okay. Look--
- I'm sorry.

I know you're frustrated.
I'm, I'm sorry, okay?

Just don't be a perfectionist
about it, okay?

If he says it's good
enough, it is good enough.

He is an agent, this is what
he does, he knows these things.

And you trust him, don't you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Come here.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Auntie Aud.
- Ian.

Yes. Yes, yes. I'll be there.

- You are late.
- It's 6:30.

Exactly.
You're going to be late.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Love you.

Okay. I love you.
That was Auntie Aud.

-Yeah?
-She wants to have dinner.

You want to come?

I made plans tonight
with some friends.

-You did?
-Yes.

-Enjoy your night.
-Thank you.

Say hi for me.

So what are you
going to do after the wedding?

Me? Nothing.
The next day I go home,
get back to work.

Really?
You can't stay any longer.

I'd like to, believe me.
It's paradise here. But I--

I understand.

I suppose you'll be on
the island for a while longer.

-Good evening.
-Come sit down.

Let me talk to yourself.

Move here.
Are you serious?

I need a fresh start. This is--

I told you you'd be late.

You're throwing
your life away.

It's two minutes after seven.

Yes. Two minutes after
seven is not seven.

Sorry.
What are you watching?

Oh, don't even ask.
Some morons made

a mini-series out of
"Last Lovers in Paradise."

I mean, the actors are trying
their best, but I'm telling you
it is mortifying,

I can barely watch it.

How much do they pay you
for the rights?

Oh, not enough
now that I've seen it.

It's risk worth taking--

-You hungry?
-Mm-hmm.

Hi, Audrey.
Looking radiant today.

Ah, thank you for noticing.

You look exactly the same.

What? It's true.

You know the guy was just
paying you a compliment,
right?

Oh, please.
I can see right through him.

One minute, he's telling
me how beautiful I am.

The next, he is asking
me over to his apartment.

Who knows where that will end.

Don't give me that look.

Thank you so much.

Pleasure. Have a lovely dinner.

Oh, God. Now listen,
if she does love you,
it shouldn't matter,

how much money you have
in the bank,

it shouldn't matter how
many books you've written
because seriously,

whatever happened
to for richer, for poorer?

Yeah. This is not
necessarily about the money.

This is the fact that
I can't finish my book.

-Oh, God. Writer's block.
-Yeah, sort of.

All right. Well, listen, I've
got at least 150 cures for that.

So, tell me your symptoms.

I gave my manuscript
to Andrew, and, I mean...

-Why are you reacting like that?
-Come on, Ian.

Andrew is your agent.
He's not gonna--

He wants to sell your book,
that's all he's interested in.

He doesn't care
if it's any good.

Anyway, you know
you're a good writer.

You don't need
to concern yourself

with what anybody else thinks.

And how's everything going
with Kate? My favorite person.

Why are you asking that now?

Well, generally, if the
love life of a character

is not quite forthcoming,
then you can pretty much bet

that the love life of the
author might be flat lining.

-Right.
-Big whoop.

I mean it happens to everyone.

Why do you think people

have affairs,
get divorced, commit murder?

I mean, all three.

Auntie Aud, you can't,
you can't say that.

Yes, I can. It did happen.
I saw it on "Dateline."

Anyway, come on.
Tell me, how's it going?
'Cause I literally

wrote the book on this stuff,
several of them.

Yeah, I mean, it's not
like how we first used to be
when we first met.

Look, the point is, this is
nothing you can't overcome

if your love is beyond
that initial infatuation,

that honeymoon phase.

Hmm.

-And you do love her, right?
-No, of course.

Are you sure about that?

-Yes. I do love her.
-Damn!

I mean, okay, I'm happy for you.

But I mean, that just means

you have to fight for it,
work for it.

Get that spark back,
reignite it.

If you want to finish
"Wanderlust" in the next,

say two weeks,
then just open up.

Allow yourself to fall
in love again with Kate.

- Yeah, you're right.
- I know. I'm right.

Love is a mystery,
it's different for everyone.

I mean, she's my muse.
And if I want to be the
writer I used to be...

Yeah, I think I need
to start living again.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow. Look.

Wow. This guy's proposing.

Such idiots.
Why is it everyone clapping?

There's nothing to celebrate.
Foolish decisions.

- It's very beautiful.
- You think?

Never again.
It'll last, I don't know,
give them four years, maybe.

Get home.

-Auntie Aud.
-Yeah?

Can I get the ring?

The ring?

I was thinking of proposing.

-Are you serious?
-Yeah.

Hello.

Auntie Aud?

I am certain.

Still can't believe you've
got assigned the Puglia feature.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is that I have
spent my whole life dreaming

about writing a feature
about those stone houses,

the olive groves,
the bread.

Oh my god, the bread.

Oh.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I think she and I
are craving that bread

a little too much right now.

Does someone want me
to get them both lunch?

Well, I mean,
if it's not too much trouble,

-I could go for a sandwich
from this one bakery.
-Oh.

But it's a few blocks away,
so if it's too far,
I completely understand--

It's fine, it's fine.
Just message me the address.

Thanks.

Can I get two chicken
and cheddar sandwiches, please?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

-Cash or card?
-I'll do cash.

Thank you.

And here is your sandwich.

Sir?

Sir?

-Your change, sir.
-I don't need it.

Sir, your change.

Yes. Oh, you have no idea
how much I've been craving this,
Ian.

Oh, I've spent
so long wanting this.

Ian.

-Ian?
-Yeah.

Are you all right?

No, I'm fine. I just, uh...

Okay.

Benvenuti. Welcome to

La Masseria Sotto Le Stelle,

a one of a kind
getaway to Italy.

We offer our guests an escape
to the picturesque countryside
of Italy.

Leave your troubles behind as
you immerse yourself in nature

and our illustrious history.

Relax on our beautiful beaches,

and dine
at our renown chef's table.

Enjoy your warm sunny days
and serene starry nights.

Won't you come join us
under the stars?

Ian. Ian, I, please.

Ian, where are you going?

Puglia.

Italy, really?

Well that's, that's crazy, okay?

So can you just,
can you please just calm down

because we have to talk
about things.

You are just really immature.
Jesus.

Excuse me?

You know you're
constantly working,
that's the problem I have.

And when you're not working,
you're writing,

and when you're not writing,
then you're with your aunt.

And honestly, I can't freaking
stand it, okay? I hate it.

Have you not even noticed how
disconnected we've become?

You, of course, not.
No, you haven't.

I mean, what happened? What?
We used to have this like
passion, this sex,

this crazy amazing life,
we were chasing the high
of your book.

It was like, and now it's just,
everything is just,

can you please stop packing
everything? Would you...

Listen to me!

I want you to know you're
a fantastic writer.

Does everyone not tell you
that enough?

The problem is I'm tired of
playing one of these characters
in your stories.

You know what the romance you
write about? It's a fantasy.

I'm real, okay?

That's it.
You have nothing to say?

Really,
you've got nothing to say?

Come on, Ian, say something.

-Ah, Ian.
-As promised.

Under the stars, you're
romantic summer at La Masseria.

I like it. You got that done
much quicker than expected.

I was inspired.

-Enjoy your holidays.
-Thank you.

And Ian,

-you earned it.
-Yeah.

Inspiration,
my evasive companion.

Your paths are unpredictable,

I'll follow you anywhere
you take me.

Ciao, grazie.

I hope that you've
enjoyed your stay with us.

Oh, yes.
We had a wonderful time.

We were so comfortable,
weren't we, darling?

Yes, yes, it was...

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

I'll be back in a second.

Yeah. We, I mean,
I had a wonderful time here.

You are a terrific hostess.

It's what we do
here at La Masseria.

I'm glad that you and your
wife enjoyed yourself.

Oh, we're not married yet.
Well, we'll see, you know?

Yeah. Yeah.

I travel a lot
in my line of work

and I could see myself
occasionally stopping by here

on my own.

You know what I mean?

Hmm. Is that what you see
yourself doing?

You want to know what I see?

An awkward flight back home.

-Hey.
-It--

She said she'd be back
in less than a second.

You should have listen to her.

I cannot believe you.

I am going to call your mother.

Benus, vieni.

Are you kidding?
This happens all of the time.

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm looking for La Masseria.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Uh, sorry.

I was just looking
for the price tags.

-Ah, excuse me.
-Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

- Get lost.
-You, you, you are in the commercial for La Masseria.

Yes, wh--.

You're not, uh...

You're our guest
for the next two weeks?

-Yes.
-Oh.

And I'm completely lost.

If there's any chance
I can follow you.

My car is just there I parked...

Yes, of course. Yes. Follow me.

Thank you.

Pietro!

Wow.

- This is beautiful.
- Pietro!

-Ian.
-Ian.

Ian.

Okay.

Pietro will help you settle in.
Pietro-

Dinner, tomorrow night,
main house.

-Okay.
-Okay.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Roberto, basta!

I told you to stop!

You're killing my vegetables
this way. Stop it!

- I just...
- What are you doing?

How many times
do I have to tell you, ah?

No, no, no, no.

Okay.

Eh, go inside. Do your-- Go!

Stop!

Giacomo! Stop! Giacomo!
Giacomo! Giacomo!

Look.

- What happened?
- -Your friend is spraying his poison

-all over my vegetables.
-I spraying the trees
on my property.

No, no, no, no.

I told you to stop
and you didn't.

-Because it's my property.
-Did she ask you to stop?

- Yes.
- And did you?

But that's not the point,
that is the point.
The respect, okay?

This is her vegetables, Roberto.

Sure. Go ahead,
defend her. Okay.

You must be the new guest.

-Ian.
-Giacomo Glionna.

Hey, my apologize for the noise.

My daughter, Arianna,
she's very protective
of our home.

-Arianna is your daughter?
-Yes. You met?

Oh, you can say that we bumped
into each other yesterday.

-Bumped?
-Hey, buongiorno , Ian.

Hey, Giacomo,
we're going to be late.

I have some things
to attend to. Arianna?

Oh, come on, Ian.
Where are you?

Hello?

Kate, it's Audrey.

Oh, well, you know, uhm--
Hello to you too.

Can I please speak to Ian?
I've been texting
and calling him all day today.

And nothing.

Well, that sounds like Ian,
you know?

He fled the country.
I don't know, Italy.

-What? Italy?
-Yes, Italy.

As in Rome, Italy?

Puglia, Italy, I think.

Why is he in Italy?
And you're not in Italy?

Ah, well,
because we had a fight.

Okay. What did you do?
Did you reject his proposal?

What proposal?

Did he not propose to you?

Oh, my God. Uh, no.

Was Ian thinking about
asking me to marry?

Well, he was, yes.
Now as far as I can tell,

he's fled the country
with a broken heart.

And he won't answer any of
my texts, thanks to you.

I mean, this is a classic
novel in and of itself.

-I'm sure he's fine.
-Yeah. Well, you better hope so.

Hi.

How you doing?

Benus? Benus?

-Oh.
-Hey.

-Look at you.
-Arianna, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

Ian, right?

- Right.
- Right.

-That's a beautiful dog.
-Thank you.

Her name is Benus.

Ah.

So how are you enjoying
your stay with us?

Yes, it's wonderful, but,
I keep trying to reach home,

but, I...
I can't get a signal anywhere.

Oh. If you need to make a call,

there's better reception
near the main house,

-or you could use our phone.
-Thank you.

By the way,
when I woke up this morning,

I found it all
very entertaining.

I'd hate to get on your bad
side if you had a hose handy.

Right. Look at you,
you're so funny.

Another line like that,
and you just might be.

I'm, I'm sorry,
a line like what?

Nothing.

Just enjoy the house
and the landscape

and remember
the rest is out of reach.

All right. Okay. I'm so sorry.

-Just for clarification.
-Uh-huh.

You don't think that I'm
flirting with you, do you?

- No?
- Unless...

Well, I saw the way you were
checking me out at the bakery,

I'm not stupid.

Just for your information,

I actually just got out of
a relationship two days ago,

so I am not interested
in anyone.

Hmm. Hey, uhm, we hope you
enjoy your stay with us.

You're a lot more
charming in the commercials.

It's called advertising.

Benus?

Ah.

Oh, my God.

Papa, we should never
have started offering,

il tavolo dello chef.
It was a bad idea.

It was your idea.

You said you wanted a chance
to get to know our guests

and meet interesting people.

Offer real juice
from your garden.

And here's the focaccia.

Grazie, Marta.

I know what I said, okay?

I'm just saying I was wrong
because this is a lot of work

and we never get to meet
any interesting people.

What about this,
this Ian fellow?

He seems,
seems interesting to me.

In a manner of speaking.

Good evening.

Ah. Welcome to our tavolo .

-Thank you, sir.
-Call me Giacomo.

Good evening.

Would you like to try
my liquore di alloro ?

Sure.

I make it myself.

Smell.

- Here you go.
- Grazie.

- Salute.
- Salute.

It's okay.
Piano, piano.

That's strong.

So, did you reach your aunt?

No, she didn't pick up.
I left her a voice message,

but I'll try her again
after dinner.

Tell us what brings you
to La Masseria.

Uh, I'm writing a book.

Hmm.

A writer?

Actually, it's my second book.

Ah, due book. Writer, writer.

That's why I came here.

I wanted to find
some inspiration

so I could hopefully finish it.

That and also I kind of wanted
to spend some time alone.

-What-- I missed that, sorry.
-English, please.

Oh. I was just saying
that you also came here
to forget about your girlfriend.

Yeah.

I don't really want
to talk about that.

Well, then we don't talk
about the girlfriend, we drink.

-Right?
-Mm-hmm.

Piano, piano, piano.

What did she say?

English, eh?

You don't seem to handle
alcohol very well, do you?

Well, alcoholic writer
is a cliché.

Hmm.

Giacomo, you have a,
you have a beautiful home.

- Oh, grazie .
- Yes.

This home has been in our
family for over 300 years.

- 300 years?
- 300 years.

Wow. If these walls could talk.

They'd have quite a few stories
to tell.

Oh, yes, quite a few. I give you
a grand tour tomorrow.

Yeah. I would love that.

Shouldn't you be
focusing on your writing

if that's why you came here?

Well, for your information,
creativity comes to you

in different ways, in different
forms, at different times.

Sounds more like
procrastination.

Yeah. Well, inspiration,
procrastination.

I mean, what are you a poet?
Rhyming now?

Ah, Enzo.

Arianna.

Enzo, come sit down.

No, thank you very much,
signore Giacomo.

I need to talk to Arianna
in private.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Who is he?
-He is Enzo.

He and Arianna were friends
from very young.

He teaches La Sapienza in Roma.

Hey, piano, piano.
It is very strong.

It's meant to be savored.

You okay?

I think I'm, I think I'm going
to excuse myself.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait,
wait. Don't, don't get up.

Hey, look at me. Stay, okay?
One moment, one moment.

-I'm good.
-Pietro!

-Pietro.
-I'm good.

Giacomo.

No, no, no. It's okay. Wait.

-I'm good.
-Pietro.

I'm good my friend.

It's okay. Yeah, you're good.

You're good to go.
You're good to go.

-Oh!
-Oh!

-Okay, okay.
-This-

It's good.

-It's all good, right?
-I'm good.

Yeah, you're good.
You're very good.

Grazie.

Uhm...

Would you mind waiting?

- Due minuti.
- No problem.

I just, uhm...
To try and find someone.

Uhm, hello?

- Buongiorno .
-Excuse me. Hi. Buongiorno.

Uhm, my name's Audrey Price.

I'm actually looking
for my nephew, Ian.

-Oh.
-I'm really hoping
he's staying here.

-You're his aunt?
-Yes.

Yes. Giacomo Glionna.

Thank God. Hello.
Very nice to meet you, Audrey.

- Grazie.
-Yeah.

Yes, he is in the guest house.

-Just over there?
-Yes.

No, but he's, uh...
Asleep, hung over.

-Oh.
-Yes.

It's too much
to drink last night.

-How much is too much exactly?
-Too much.

Oh, dear.

May I get you something
to drink?

Uh, no, I'm--
I'm honestly, I'm fine.

-Let me show you-
-I just need to.

Okay...

Ian. Is he all right?

Ian? Hello? Buongiorno.
Time to get up now.

Give me your hand. There we go.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

One, two, three, up.
Yeah. I'm, I'm well.

-Here we go.
-Hello.

Wow. This is just amazing,
isn't it?

Watch your step there.
Watch it there.

Why didn't you call me?

This is mortif-- I'm so,
I'm so embarrassed, Giacomo.

He's not like this at all.
I'm, I'm just, I'm mortified.

Not funny. Do you know how
worried I was about you?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Oh, over. Espresso.
- Ah, thank you.

How could you leave
without telling me about
what happened with Kate?

I mean, are you all right?

Mmm, I don't know.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, no, no, no, no, no,
excuse me. Do you mind?
No. No fumare.

Tell him I have an allergy and
I won't be able to breathe.

-Allergic?
-I breathe it in, you kill me,
as well as yourself.

-It keeps me alive.
-Ah.

It keeps me sneezing,
so please, can you just...

Scusi. Ah, Marta.

- Grazie.
-Hello, Giacomo.

-This is for you.
-Ah.

This is an old family recipe.
Try it.

- Berry.
- It helps.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Grazie.

Since you didn't use it
to propose, where is
your grandmother's ring?

Uhh...

-I left it in the apartment.
-I'm going to kill you.

Sorry, sorry. Ah.

But seriously,
you have to get it back.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, there is an extra
bedroom in the guest house.

-Why don't you stay with us?
-Yeah, of course,
I'll stay with you.

I mean, since I'm here.
A vacation, couldn't hurt, yeah?

Some of these olives here.
Hundreds of years old. Yeah.

My wife, Marianne,
and I used to do
all the work around here.

She came on holiday
a lifetime ago.

Instead of going back home,
she decided to make
a new life here.

-She was English, you see,
my wife, Marianne.
-Really?

-Really? Right.
-English. Yes.
And Arianna is very busy

with the guests that come,
her garden, the children.

This is the, uh, the oil mill
to press the olives.

- Mmm.
- Yes.

Oh, wow.
Oh, it's beautiful.

Really beautiful.

Put the olives here.

Arianna, this is signora Price.
She is Ian's aunt.

This is my daughter, Arianna.

Oh, hi.

-Signora Price.
-Very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
I actually think I'll go and
settle in if that's okay. And-

- Sì.
-Thank you so much for the lovely tours.

And I will see you guys.

Okay, I'm going to see Pietro

because that man is never around
when, when I need him, eh?

So you guys talk about olives.

-Thank you
-Pietro!

for the tour.

-She's your aunt.
-Yeah.

I like her.

Paolo, Paolo.

Go, go, go!

So what is that I heard
about you getting so drunk

you wander into
the chicken coop?

-You heard about that?
-Is that true?

Unfortunately, yes.

I woke up in the middle
of the night and I, uhm...

Yeah, I was looking for the
kitchen for a glass of water.

And, uh...

Yeah, I... I don't really
remember the rest,
to be honest.

And you?
What's the story with Enzo?

-That's private.
-Yeah. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to pry.

Uh, I've got to take this.

- Sì.
-Yeah, sorry.

-Good luck.
-Hello.

-Andrew, can you hear me?
-Ian.

are you there?

Andrew,
I've got no signal where I am.

Okay, there you--

-Are you in a tunnel?
-Hello?

I can't hear you.
Hopefully you can hear me.

I am on a flight to Berlin
to meet with a client. And--

- Excuse me.
- Yes, I know, I'm aware.

And I just-- I want to check
what's happening
with the manuscript.

Can you hear me?

Ah.

I, I need a date.

- Ah, Arianna.
- Papa.

Paolo called. He says he
cannot make it this afternoon.

No, no, Papa. The children
arrive in three minutes.

-No, we have to call him.
-No, no.

Look maybe,
perhaps Ian can help you.

Papa, Ian is on vacation, no.

No, no, no, it's fine.

I mean,
I don't have any experience,
but I'm more than happy to help.

-You are?
-Yeah.

-Of course, he is.
-And what about your book?

Oh, this is going to
take a few hours, it, uh...

-Let the boy help if he wants.
There's no harm in it.
-Okay.

I have to find Pietro.
He's driving me crazy.
I'll leave you to it.

Fine. You can help.
I mean, thank you for.

-Of course.
-You know, the local authorities

require at least two adults
to be present

when supervising large
groups of children, so.

-No problem.
-You can handle that.

What supervising children?
Or pretending to be
like an adult?

Yeah. And I promise not
to check you out.

Okay. Good.

Benus? Benus, vieni.

You're going to like them.

Oh, just, Enzo?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ciao.

Ciao.

-Are you okay?
-Will you pick me up?

Hey, if I help you, what will
you do when I'm not around?

Listen,

I got an idea, all right?

-Look there, you see the box?
-Yes.

Why don't we use that as a step.

Thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- High five.

Oh.

-Hello.
-Ah, scusi.

- It's fine.
- Everything okay?

Yeah, I mean, the water
pressure in the shower

is not ideal, but honestly
it's very, very lovely.

-Okay, good.
-Is there something else?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
It's, it's about your nephew.

Oh, no. Is he falling asleep
in the chicken coop again?

No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's a...

How do you feel about
my Arianna?

Wait, are you--
Oh, you're not meddling
in your daughter's love life.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.
-He's just fresh from a breakup.
He's not ready.

-I need him to find his way out
of it on his own.
-Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, I understand.
But you see, my Arianna,

I need her to see that there's
more than one fish in the sea,
you know?

Not just this Enzo fellow
who is always after Enzo.

I, I can understand
that concern of yours.

Yes. Maybe we can give
a tiny little push, you know?

You push and I push
and uhh-- No?

-Good afternoon,
signore Giacomo.
-Oh, scusi.

Okay, we'll just see
what happens.

Fine.

Anything you need from Giacomo.

I'll be in the courtyard,
smoking.

Ah. Well, enjoy that.

Sorry, scusi.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Uhh...

-You got it? No?
-Okay.

There's nothing good about it.

Basta, Pietro.

You didn't manage to figure out
what was wrong with the water?

We went to see the mayor
earlier this morning,

they could not quite
find a solution.
Please sit down.

This has never happened
to us before.

They think a minor shift in the
earth has covered the source.

A shift like,
like an earthquake.

Exactly, but they don't know
where it is, nor how long
it will take to find it.

Always sticking your nose
into other people's business.

-This is my business.
-Yeah, but it's absurd
that they would leave

-a whole village without water.
-Doesn't affect the whole
village, only us four vic.

-And a neighboring farm.
-The main water supply
is very old, broken.

And to bring people here
to fix it, very expensive
and a bureaucratic nightmare.

No, no.
It's a complete disaster.

-Or you could just go back
to city hall and ask again.
-City hall?

- Yeah.
- I went there already.

Well, I haven't.

They might not have
listened to you,

but maybe they listen to me.

My gardens at stake here too.
Bye, Papa.

- No.
- Oh.

What's going on?

You understand?

Uh, no. Sorry.

-What did he say?
-Forget it. If it's not taxes,

the government can't
be bothered to do
anything in a timely fashion.

Eh?

Oh.

That's, that's it?

Sì.

-Okay.
-How do you know
what you're looking for?

I know, I know. I just--
It has to be one of these.

How do you know?

Well, something good had to come

from being engaged
to a geology professor.

-You are engaged?
-Yes. No.

Well, kind of,
but I still haven't,

can we just not talk about this
right now?

I think I found it.
Yes, I found it.

- Okay, hurry up, hurry up.
- Okay,

but I need a second one.
I need a second one.

- Arianna, come on.
- Just one second.

-You got it?
-Yeah, come on.

-Is that Enzo?
-Yes, I called him.

He knows how to read this map.
He's a geologist.

Oh, all right.

Ciao.

Okay.

Over here.

The aquifer must be
in this cave.

I think I know this cave.

Shepherds told me about
it when I was little.

- Moisture.
- That's good, right?

- Yeah, I think so.
- Let me try.

These rocks must have collapsed
and blocked off the source
of the well,

the water can't get through.

Maybe...

- Maybe you should move the rock.
- Oh.

Yes, maybe.
Okay, yeah, maybe.

Yep.

- Need me to help?
- Help him.

-Help him? Oh, okay.
-Yes.

Do you think they'll
be able to fix the water?

I hope so.

Don't you think that they are,

that they are starting
to like each other?

You can't rush these things.

- What's on your head?
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, sorry.
It's a reaction I have.

There's an insect on your head,
can I get it?

-Oh, you want to try?
-No, I told you,

-I'm not interested
in giving anyone a push.
-No, no, no, no. The tiramisu.

Oh, God. No. I don't--
I don't do dessert.

-You don't do dessert?
-No.

I pride myself on
the ability to resist sugar.

-No, no.
One bite won't kill you.
-Seriously, I won't.

-I just don't eat it.
-This is special.

Fine.

It's amazing. Who made that?

-Did Marta make that?
-I did.

- You did not.
- Yes.

- You made it?
- Yes.

- You can make that.
- No.

- Whoa.
- Whoa!

We did it. We found the source.

That sorts your
water problem out.

Thank you.

And thank you, Enzo.

Anything for you, Arianna.

-I think we could all use
a shower.
- Sì.

Afterwards, let's go into town
and celebrate. Drinks are on me.

Okay. That's a good idea.
Are you coming with us?

No, no, no. I'm--
I'm going to go home and write.

-You sure?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Good luck. Ciao.
- Ciao.

Bye.

Hi. How's it going?

Well, to be honest, I'm--
I'm struggling a little bit.

How, how was it in town?

It was fun.
Enzo and I talked and...

Well, he had to go back to Rome.

Look, I, I owe you one.

There's a small trattoria
in town with the best burrata
in the whole region.

Would you like to come
meet with me?

-I can't. I, I've got to work.
-Yes, you can.

Besides, I told you about
my relationship troubles

and now you have to tell me
about whoever it is that broke
your heart.

-Okay.
-At the square, at seven.

I'll see you then.

Okay, uhm...

Primitivo.

No, I don't want to end up
in that chicken coop again.

Oh, good point. Yeah.

Coming right up.

We'll see, maybe
you just drink a little bit.

-No.
-Okay.

-What's so funny?
-Kate used to order for me.

Yeah, I could never decide
what I wanted.

-Who's Kate?
-She was my girlfriend.

I actually thought
she was the one.

-Well, there's your problem.
-What's that?

There's no such thing
as the one.

You don't believe
in one person forever?

I didn't say that.
I just think that love is

when people find they
have such a connection,

they make the conscious choice
to overlook each other's
faults and be better for that.

Not that people
are made to be
perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.

-Does it make sense?
-Yeah, I agree with you,

but I also think that when you
find a relationship that works,

that maybe,
maybe it's for a lifetime

And what happened
with your relationship then?

A lot happened.
Partially my fault.

-You cheat on her?
-No, no. I, I didn't.

Sorry.

You're an intriguing man,
Giacomo.

-And you're a lovely woman.
-Oh, please, no, love.

Might need a good move.
I'm on holiday in Italy,

not terribly lovely back home,
especially with men.

And why is that?

Okay, uhm...

My husband swept me off
my feet when we first met.

Not only did I feel like a
character in one of my books,

but I actually felt like a
model on one of the covers.

You know me and my quick-witted,
charming lover.

And of course,
many affection did they settle
down with their true love.

And he ended up running off
with a woman half my age.

Yeah, it did, it hit me hard.

I tried dating after that,

but I didn't want
to get hurt again,
now that I knew better.

And I still don't,
'cause the older I get,
the more I know better.

No, it sounds like you, uhm,

sympathize
with your nephew's dilemma.

Yes. Except there's only room
for one writer in this family

without a chance of fully
recovering from a broken heart.

And that's lucky old me.

There's still chance for you.

Yeah.

And you? How come it
was a maybe with Enzo?

I've never actually heard
of a maybe proposal.

Stop it.

Okay.
He went to Rome because he got
a job teaching at the Sapienza,

which he lied to me
about taking.

I-- I told him I couldn't go
with him if he, if he did and...

You know,
he tried to have it both ways.

He doesn't really listen to me
when I talk

because I really can't
imagine myself living in Rome,

and I know he can't imagine
himself living here.

He wants to follow his dream.

And look, I'm proud of him.

Rome is also a beautiful city.

Yeah, but it's still a city

with a lot of noise
and people, and...

I don't know,
I just love it here.

Do you relate to what
Arianna's going through?

You ever been torn
between what could be

and what you were stuck with?

I was very young,
but my Marianne, she, uh,

she swept me off my feet.

And no matter what obstacles,
in our way, we made it work,

because of her.

She was, eh...

Beautiful, powerful, you know?

I keep all of this alive
for her. For her, for Arianna,
for my family.

For our, for our dream.

I don't want to leave
my father alone.
It's a lot of work.

And, and, you know, he
can get lonely sometimes.

He needs me.

You know, that if we
hadn't fixed the water,

it would've been
the end of La Masseria.

Yeah. You really love
it here, don't you?

Yes, I do. It's the only thing
I have left of my mother.

And your aunt,
she's a famous writer,

even I've heard of her.

Yes, yes. Yes, she is.

Do you think she set up
too high a standard
for you to live up to?

No. No, no, no.

She's never put any
pressure on me whatsoever.

Okay. And your parents?

My parents, they, they
died when I was younger.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

Look at me bringing
a great mood

to this perfect dinner,
I'm sorry.

And so after Marianne,

did you ever think about
looking for love again?

No, no, no.
We had our love, we had our
time together, so beautiful.

And I still have, uh...

I'm still filled with so much
that I love that came
from that time.

So, no, not really.

Yeah.

Well,

to having loved.

And to amore.

So all this time
and I still don't know
something very important.

-Yeah, what's that?
-Aren't you going to tell me
what you're writing about?

Still a work in progress.

Okay, but just give me a
sense of it. What's the title?

It's called "Wanderlust."

-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.

And what's it about?

Uh, it is about a nomad
writer who travels overseas,

who's a little lost trying
to find inspiration.

And on his travels-

You're a romance writer, right?

-Yeah.
-Where's the love story?

-Oh, I was getting to that.
-Okay, okay. I'll let you.

He does meet a beautiful
woman and they fall in love.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

And you have no idea what
you're writing about, right?

-No, I do.
-Do you know the end or...?

I'm still trying
to figure out the end.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

The end is that
he realizes home is home.

And that home is
wherever she is,

and that she is his home.

-Did you see that?
-Mm-hmm.

-I think it was lighting.
-Yeah.

-Okay, we're gonna get soaked.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

- Oh!
- Whoa.

Ooh.

Aye-yi!

I had fun tonight.

Me too.

Good night.

-Arianna?
-Yes.

I need someone's opinion

because I made a lot of
changes to my manuscript

and I think I finally
came up with the ending.

So I would love your help.

My... I'm not a literary critic.

I don't need one of those.

I just want your, uhm...

I just want your truthful,
honest opinion.

On one condition.

-What's that?
-That you help me on the farm.

My father said that Paolo called

and he's not going
to be available
to help me this week.

Okay.

Good night.

...has faded, but the
tapestry that was formed

was unchanging, cosmic,
external as well as their love

as it would be,

forever.

That was incredibile.

-Yeah?
-Yes.

And it will go
from incredible to perfect

once you've made my changes.

Hmm.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Hmm

End?

Not yet.

-No?
-Soon, I promise

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

I'll leave you.

Hello auntie Aud.

- Hello.
- How you doing?

You know.
Somebody's been busy.

Yeah. Probably,
I've nearly finished the book.

Ah, you're so funny.
I'm not talking about the book.

Right.

I would gently caution you to

not rush things with her, Ian.

No, I'm...
I'm not rushing anything.

It's wonderful that you've found
someone who can be honest
with you about your writing.

'Cause you know,
remember Andrew?

I guess you're right.
But, it's different.

Mmm... Is it?

- Hey, ciao.
- Hi, ciao.

I think, Ian, there is
a telephone call for you.

It's your agent, Andrew?

Uh, yeah. Just tell him
I'll call him back.

Okay.

Uh, Mr. Freeman is busy
at the moment.

Can I take a message?

No, I do not want to leave
another message.

I have left five.
Thank you very much.

I'm not against you
and Audrey spending so much
time together, Papa.

I see the way you look at her.
Would you try to keep your eyes
from popping out of your head?

Well, I can't help it.
My eyes are Italian.

But, you don't have to
worry about Audrey and I.

We're just becoming
very good friends,

like you and Ian, for example.

Right, friends.

And how is Enzo, all right?
You speak with him?

Mmm. Uh, sort of.

-Yeah, over the phone.
-What have you decided?

-Papa--
-Does Ian know?

What? What does Ian
have to do with this?

-Arianna, listen--
-Papa, I'm not talking
about this.

- Arianna. Arianna.
- No-

- Arianna, listen.
- I'm not talking. No. No, tsk.

-I don't want you
to make a mistake.
-I'm not making any mistake.

I need you to follow your heart.
Follow your heart,

that has always done right
by our family.

I know, Papa. I know.
I'm just trying my best to.

- Yeah. Buonasera.
- Evening.

Hi.

- It's done?
- Mm-hmm. It's done.

-No.
-What's done?

-I finished my book, Giacomo.
-Oh, goodie. Congratulations.

-Thank you.

I'll have it read
by tomorrow morning, okay?

- Hello?
- Oh!

Good night, Papa.

- Mwah. Mwah.
- I love you.

-Writer.
-Yes.

Come sit.

I see that you and Arianna,
getting along very well.

Yeah. She's, uhm...

-She's a very special woman.
-Yes, she is.

Yes, she is very special,

just like your Audrey.
Fascinating woman.

-You like her?
-Ah, yes. What's not a like?

-You should take her out.
-Take her out?

I would first have to
check with my cardiologo.

Coming.

You ruined the ending.

Huh?

-You finished it?
-Yes. How could you do that?

-What?
-Not have them end up together?

I'm so confused, Ian.
This is so different
than what you read to me.

I tried to figure it out,
it just didn't work.

You expect me to care
about these characters
even in the slightest?

You dangle the idea that
they'll end up together

and then you don't
follow through on that.

And top it off with how there's
no such thing as soulmates?

That's your quote.

What I said applies
to real life.

My life.

You just can't do this, okay?
This is a story.

These characters deserve
so much better.

It is a story. It's a story
about real life love.

Yes, and people end up together
in real life.

But it's not the same when it's
in books and movies and songs.

Just promise me
you'll change it.

-It's my book.
-I know, but just...

Promise me
they'll end up together.

Or what?

I'm sorry.

Morning.

Good morning.

- Do you want to try?

-Yeah.

You brought me breakfast?
This is so sweet.

Come here.

You okay?

You're leaving soon.

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Enzo proposed again
with his grandmother's ring.

He said that if I said yes,

he would find a place
for us to live in Rome.

And he was serious.

What did you say?

I said, I would think about it.

-Do you love him?
-Yes, of course, I love him.

I don't know if I'm
in love with him.
That's not important, right?

Because that type of passion,

that's not what makes
a relationship last, right?

-You know?
-Ian--

You didn't just help me
with my book.

You inspire me, you're my muse.

Uhm..

Your muse?

Yeah.

Uhm...

You said your, your...

Did that sound romantic to you
when you thought about it?

Because to me,
now it sounds like

you just used me
to write your book.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, and by the way,
what do you know about love?

-What?
-No, really.

What do you know about love?

Who are you to write about it?

Answer me.

Ah! You don't even know.
So you're--

You're nobody to tell me
anything about love, okay?

I got to go.

Arianna, wait.

Arianna!

Oh.

-Hello.
- Benvenuta.

Can I help you with something?

Well, yeah, kind of.
It's the...

What are you doing here?

I think I'll leave you to it.

You don't have to leave. Just--

Oh-ho.

Well, you certainly moved
on quickly.

Look I have called you and
texted you a hundred times.

I can't deal
with this right now.

I need to stop, please.

I want you to hear me out.

I'm so sorry,
from the bottom of my heart.

I'm sorry I cheated on you.
I'm sorry for everything
I said against you.

Now I realize
that I was feeling stagnant.

That's not an excuse,
God knows it's not.

But I really think...

-I really think we can fix it.
-Fix things?

Yeah, for starters,
I ended it with Simon,

the guy I was seeing.

And secondly,

I know you were thinking
of proposing.

So I, well...

I found it in your little
hiding place in the dresser.

Like, I'm not saying that we
get married right here and now,

but I think
if we take things slowly.

I am sorry, Kate,
but I can't do this.

Oh, come on.

No.

I'm sorry.

-Ian, so nice to see you.
-What are you doing here?

Well, I, I've been trying
to reach you to no avail.

I thought I told you
that we need to finish
this book pronto,

or we're going
to lose this deal.

Andrew, guess what? I did it.

Yeah, that's just--
Wait, you finished?

You! That's, that's great.

- I know, but--
- That's fantastic.

Andrew, just stay here. Okay?

- Oh.
- Ian?

-What would you like to do?
-Ahh...

I don't know. I'm so slow,
I don't want to fall asleep.

-You want to dance?
-Sure.

- Oh.
- Oh, good afternoon.

I was going to wake you up
for breakfast,

but I thought it best
to let you both sleep.

Right, thanks for that.

Uhm, Giacomo,

you don't know where Arianna
would've gone, would you?

Yeah, she's in town
setting up the stand
for the farmer's market, why?

-Nothing.
-What's going on?

I might have messed up
a little bit.

Okay, well, breathe.

You can just go
and fix it, right?

This is your big moment,
this is your running
to the airport

before the flight takes off.

- So just go.
- Yeah.

Go!

What do you mean about
they both sleep?

What do you think I mean?

- Scusi.
- What do you want?

-I just want to talk, please.
-You either buy some fruit
or vegetables

-or go back to your girlfriend.
-I don't have a girlfriend.

You don't have a girlfriend?

So, what was she doing here?

That was so embarrassing, Ian.

I meant what I said
this morning.

I'm falling in love with you.

You don't know what love is.

-Love is honest.
-Okay, I'll be honest.

I didn't like you
when I first met you.

-That's a little too honest.
-Okay.

But then I got
to meet you and...

And see how you write
and, and how you think.

You're so smart and sweet and...
And stuck.

And I really tried to help you.

Just a moment!

But this is crazy. We've only
met less than two weeks ago,

and, and I've known
Enzo since we were kids.

You come here and you tell me
that you're in love with me.

What do you expect me to do?
What should I do?

Leave him? Break his heart
as if it was nothing?

But you've known him
since you were a kid
and you've never committed.

This is so ridiculous.

You know,
this isn't a fairy tale

where you wake up
after one night

and it's happily ever after.

I'm so sorry.

Just one second,
I'm confessing my love.

I'm not saying that.

I'm just saying,
how do you feel about me?

It doesn't matter.

Ian, I can't answer you that
right now.

Do you love me?

But the festival
is something you
should see before you leave.

Well,

I don't know, I might be
back sooner than you think.

Oh. Audrey.

Well, I might come back and
visit my friend Giacomo.

- Hmm.
- You know him? He's all right.

I would like that.
And I could also
come visit in the city.

-Really?
-Yes.

I-- I know where the airport is.

You want to go to the festival?

Come on.

- Enzo.
- Hey, ciao.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I've never been
in a place like this.

-Ian,
-Hmm?

I'm sorry.

You know, I'm sorry about...

But I'm glad that I was able
to help you with the book and...

You know, without you,
I wouldn't have been able
to finish it.

- Plus now--
- Ian!

Finally.

Arianna,
this is the infamous Andrew,
my book agent.

-Ahh.
-Andrew, Arianna.

-Nice to meet you.
-Pleasure. Second?

-Do you mind?
- Sì.

I feel like I should
formally introduce myself, Kate.

Arianna.

So has he told you
that he loved you yet?

Excuse me?

I flew down here
and I just had a call.

If we don't get them
the manuscript,
we have to pay

-the advance back.
-What do you mean
pay the advance back?

If I don't get them
the manuscript,
I don't get paid.

- What do you mean
you don't get paid?

No, I mean,
you know, obviously, we.

If we don't get them
the manuscript,
we don't get paid.

It's typical he'd fall
for the first girl he met.

Especially right after
what happened.

Hey, look, it doesn't last.

You know,
I am so grateful for you.

But my manuscript
had a bunch of holes in it,
And I needed someone

outside of myself
to give me an honest opinion.

No, I've always given
you my honest opinion.

No, you lied to me.

No, I--
I've always told you the truth.

The night you gave me half
the manuscript, right?

I didn't see plot holes
and mistakes,
I saw a dollar signs.

Ian, you are a great writer,
okay?

It doesn't need to be deep
and revolutionary to sell.

Let's just get them the
manuscript and sell it.

So you're saying that
he finished his first book
right after you guys met?

Oh, he couldn't stop talking
about how much I inspired him.

Did he ever say
that you were his muse?

Oh God, no, that's
too much even for Ian.

Do you ever get to read
his working process when...

When you guys were together?

I'm quite busy.

And romance novels
aren't really my thing.

I'm gonna need
new representation.

- Oh, hold--
- And when I get back to England,

maybe I self-publish.

What?

Self-publish? We both know
that is a horrible idea, Ian.

Hey.

I don't want to have any
bad feelings with you.

I am, I'm happy if you're happy.

Thank you.

-Everything okay?
-Yeah.

Yeah? Maybe we should go
and find Giacomo

--and my aunt.
Yeah--

Enzo!

Oh, God.

-You hit me.
-You can't take her from me.

But you hit me in the face.

-You slapped me.
-Yeah, I did.

- Stay here.
- No, don't--

Stay here.

- Arianna!
- Be careful.

Andrew, why'd you slap him?

Well, I might not be
your agent anymore,

but I'm still your friend.

Ah!

What are you doing?
Get out of here. Enzo!

Come on, leave it. Let's go.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- -Yeah.

Because if he bruised you
or broke your beautiful brain,

I'm going to sue the
pants off that brute.

-It's not necessary.
-Ugh.

By the way.
I have something for you.

What?

Oh, my God. The ring.

How did you even get it here?

I just, uhm...

Uhm, you can tell me later
how it got here.

I'm going to leave you two.
I'll do some packing

By the way, you sure you know
what you're doing with that?

I'm sure
I'll figure something out.

-How are you doing?
-I'm okay.

Really? I'm so sorry
about what Enzo did.

Yeah, it's... It's okay.

-It's okay.
-Okay.

You are leaving tomorrow?

Yes, I am. And with a new book.

You're going to send me a copy?

Of course.

This is, uhm...

goodbye?

I mean, it doesn't have to be.

I could text you or call you.

I mean,
that's if you get a signal.

Well,
it's our last night together.

Mm-hmm.

What do you want to do?

I'll miss this.

Please remember.
Don't be a stranger.

That goes for you too.

I'll come back tomorrow. Mwah.

I packed you a lunch. Okay?

Thank you.

Make sure there's enough legroom
in between the rows, okay?

I heard you
the first time.

I go home, okay?

- Rain.
- Yeah.

-Marta, how are you?
-Hi.

I'm good.
Welcome back to La Masseria.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

It's been a while.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

You look

the same.

Right.

Oh, Giacomo.

Congratulations.

We're glad to see you.

Yeah, and you.

Ah, we're going to have
a lot to talk about,

but first you need
to speak with Audrey.

She's, uh...
You know, calm her down.

-Ah, 'cause of the rain or...?
-No, no.

Sì the rain, the wedding.
Giacomo, take care of the rain.

-You take care of Audrey.
-Okay.

Uhm... I guess
I better go check on her.

Yes. And I guess I better go,
keep working.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Hey.

Ah, Ian, you're on time.
Good for you.

How's your flight?

Yeah, it was good.
How you doing?

Oh, me. I'm a disaster.

What-- What do you mean?

Everything outside looks so
lovely

and everyone seems to
have everything in order.

Yeah, but I think, uhm,
I think I've got cold feet.

Today? On all days,
your wedding day?

Well, when else do you
get cold feet?

Come on.

You've been telling me
for months

how happy Giacomo makes you.

I was always afraid
this would happen.

Even when I went looking
for love again.

I, I just--
I always had this thought,

what would it really be like
if I found love again and...

Home. You know as well as I do,
when you're in love.

Your true home is with them.

Oh, my God,
I hate that line in the book.

It's so sentimental, honestly.
And I hate it.

But now I hate it even more
because it's actually true.

Am I doing the right thing?
Getting married again?

Only if it makes you happy.

How did you get so
smart all of a sudden?

Well, there seems to be a very
special lady sitting next to me.

No.

Had enough of the festivities?

Well, I've been working
all weekend on them.

I think I deserve a break.

-You want some?
-No.

No. You better don't.

How you've been?

Good.

You?

Yeah, good.

I heard about
the publishing house.

Yeah, it's off to a good start.

So, have you been seeing anyone?

What?

No. Have you?

No.

If I'm not working in the
garden or with the kids,

I spend most of my time reading.
Romance novels, mainly,

your aunt's.

By the way I never thank you for

dedicating "Wanderlust" to me.

-You don't have to thank me.
-No, yes--

I mean without you,
I could never have done it.

Well, but it was
a beautiful surprise.

And the fact that you mentioned
the Masseria as the source
of your inspiration

brought us
quite a lot of business here.

Hmm.

Have you been working
on anything new?

Actually, I have.

-You have?
-Yeah.

Uh, am I going to hear about it?

-So you can give me notes?
-Why? You don't like my notes?

You like my notes.

-I like your notes.
-Yeah.

Tell me something.

Semi-autobiographical.

And it's about this author

who escapes
to the Italian countryside

so that he can finish his novel
and mend his broken heart.

And when he gets there,
he seems to be lost of passion
and any sort of inspiration

until he meets
this beautiful woman.

Who is a huge pain in the ass.

- So, it's not love at first sight.
- -What?

No, you would think
they would fall in love,
but they don't fall in love.

But with her and him
helping each other

on her family farm,
and through all the activities,

and sharing stories
of their past

and their hopes for the future,

they do fall in love.

But...

But, unfortunately,
it's not the right time.

And so they have to go
their separate ways.

And go back to their life's
that they live.

But he knows

that someday he'll see her again

and hopefully
it'll be different.

And?

And?

How does it end?

Well, I was hoping
you could tell me that.