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Hello, Edward.

Freddy.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you too.

You look good.

- It's been a long old time.
- Yeah.

I, uh,

hear you wanted a little space.

Absolutely, yes. Good old...
Good old dollop of space.

Yeah.

So... you mentioned
on the phone you had some news.

I'm, uh... I'm getting married, Freddy.

Gosh.

Wow.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Wonderful news.

- Yeah.
- Who's the lucky gal?

Bella. She's Italian.

- Italian?
- Mm.

So she's not posh?

Oh, no, she's a countess, as it happens.

Oh, Edward.

Oh, good for you.

Thank God.

Listen, uh, the reason I'm here is, uh...

Well, I wanted to...

I wanted to ask you to be my best man.

Wow.

Good grief.

That's a biggie, isn't it? Best man.

I was a best man once. University.

Tim Montgomery.

I... I'd love to. I mean,
I... I'd be honored.

Good.

I just...

I don't think I'm ready.

I'm sorry, old fruit.

Right. Well... Mm.

I understand, of course.

- Where's the wedding?
- Uh, Lake Maggiore.

Ooh, lovely. Honeymoon?

A couple of lakes to the north.

Bella's insistent
on flying us there by seaplane.

A flying Italian countess.

Well, it all sounds perfect.

Mm.

And listen, don't worry about us.

We shall be reconciled, you and I.

It's just gonna take a little bit of time.

Eddie, you're something of a theologian,
aren't you?

Are you familiar
with the story of Esau and Jacob?

Uh...

Ye... Yes, I am.

See, I think we have quite a lot
in common with those two brothers.

I'm like Esau,

the wise, noble, trusting older brother
who toiled out in the fields.

He toiled and toiled day after day.

Whereas you, you're like the subtle,
crafty younger brother, Jacob,

who used subterfuge
to trick the older Esau

into handing over his inheritance

in exchange for a mere mess of potage,
a bowl of soup.

Do you really wanna have
this conversation?

And if you remember,

Jacob disguised himself as Esau

in order to hoodwink the father
into handing over his birthright.

- I didn't trick anyone, Freddy.
- Mm.

Dad changed the will
because of you, remember?

When someone's drunk behind the wheel,

you take control of that wheel
by any means necessary.

Look,

I'll let you consider
whatever it is you need to consider,

and then in time...

Bella and I will come and visit you
after the honeymoon.

I'd like that very much.

And remember this.

Esau did forgive Jacob in the end, Edward,

but only after he battled
with the Angel of the Lord.

Well, I'm glad a full reconciliation
is on the table.

Oh, very much so.

Very much so.

And I'll be here waiting for you.

When you're ready.

I tried.

I tried, but I couldn't make him see.

"But you, O Lord, do not be far from me,

O my strength."

"Hasten to help me."

"Deliver me from the sword."

"My precious life,
from the power of the dog."

"Save me from the lion's mouth...

and from the horns of the wild oxen...

for you have answered me."

Darling. Look at this.

Goodness me. Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Apparently, Winston Churchill
used to bring his secretary here.

For yoga sessions.

And it was a favorite spot of Mussolini's.

Rumor has it he would stand balls out
on the balcony, practicing his speeches.

History, Chuckles. Winners and losers.

Hello, Geoffrey.

I'll let you get settled in.

Where are you going?

I've got a room
in the taverna over the street.

Couldn't we have got him a room here?

Darling, don't fuss.
You know how Geoffrey likes his space.

Right, I am off.

Aren't you staying
for a celebratory Bellini, at least?

I would love to, but I think I should
pay my respects to the family.

Buongiorno, Contessa.

Close your eyes! Close your eyes!
No peeking. It's bad luck. Please.

- I'm not looking.
- Wait, wait. No peeking.

- I'm waiting.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Hello.

I hope you brought your dancing shoes.

I didn't come to dance.
I came here to marry you.

But that's tomorrow.
Tonight we dance, remember?

- Did you peek?
- No peeking.

Yeah, I know what you think
about these superstitious things.

Like the groom can't see the dress
before the wedding.

But these rules are here for a reason,

and I don't want anything bad
to happen to us.

So we can't sleep
in the same bed this evening?

Exactly.

Right. And what about this afternoon?

I would say looky, but no touchy.

I know.

Marco's waiting for you downstairs
with Angelica.

- Well, he can wait a little longer.
- Mm.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

Morning, Marco. Angelica.

Edoardo.

Thank you for the whiskey.

It comes from your distillery?

Well, it's a small token
of my appreciation.

The way in which
you pursue your refined interest

at the same time as you wash your money
is a great skill.

Thank you, Marco.

I have something for you.
A wedding present.

Mm.

Wow.

One of Cristoforo Colombo's,
uh, original navigational charts. Hm?

Fantastic, Marco. Thank you.

- You see? No America yet.
- Mm.

They didn't even know
what they were sailing to.

- But they sailed anyway.
- Mm.

Huh?

- How you say "Coglioni"?
- Bollocks. We say bollocks.

Bollocks. It's prettier in Italian.

As most things are.

- Coglioni.
- Coglioni.

Coglioni.

- So to business, then.
- Mm.

So, what about your European aristocrats?

You'll meet most of them
tomorrow at the wedding.

The, uh, Dukes and Duchesses of Saxony,

Segovia and Pedraza
will join for the reception.

Lichtenstein and the Low Country,
they'll come after the dinner.

Our new consortium should represent
over a quarter of the European mainland.

And they have all accepted the terms, no?

Enthusiastically. Despite a thousand years
of interbreeding and infighting,

the one thing that European aristocrats
share is a need for estate preservation.

This is extremely satisfying.

Of course, there are
some details to iron out,

but the... the principles are in place.

So you oversee production,
and we take care of distribution.

And the profits are split
straight down the middle.

Once the money's been processed
by my contacts in London.

Ah, we have pre-existing contacts
in Hong Kong. They're always reliable.

Yes, but we are always eager
to explore new opportunities, no?

Angelica?

I leave you two to talk details,
but go easy with him, Angelica.

The boy's getting married tomorrow.

Ahmed, I need you
to do some digging for me.

Angelica Marino.

I need a full background check.

And how would you be spelling that, sir?

Like the country, not the wool.

She's the consigliere for Marco.

I'd like to know about business interests
she might have in the Far East.

And when we say Far East,

how far east are we talking?

Hong Kong.

Would you like me to prioritize this
above other matters?

- Top of the pile, please, Ahmed.
- Sir.

You seem pensive, Edwina.

You know, you only realize
the true value of something

when it's almost taken away from you.

I thought I was done, Chuckles.

And now everything seems so...

So bloody close.

The estate, the business, it all feels

just within reach.

An heir on the way soon, too, no doubt.

Well, I wasn't ready before,
but I think I am now.

Something holding you back, isn't there?

It's not all... duty, is it, with Bella?

God, no. What would make you say that?

No, I... I mean, you
do like her, don't you?

She's remarkable.

She's beautiful and funny and intelligent.

I feel a Chuckles "but" coming on.

No.

Not at all.

- Although you're very different.
- Mm.

You always seem to have everything
very much under control, whereas she's...

Emotional.

In an incredibly charming kind of way.

Mm.

Well,

maybe that's just what I need.

Yeah.

Exactly.

Whereas I guess I always thought
you might end up with...

well, you know, someone else.

If you're talking about Susie,

that was always strictly business.

It's not even that anymore.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

That particular chapter

is well and truly done.

Right.

Anyway, we came here for a party.

Hello!

Ciao!

Oh, you are so beautiful!

Oh, Marco.

Please.

- Cousins Luca, Julia, and Matteo.
- Nice to meet you.

- More cousins.
- Hi, cousins.

And more over there.

- Hello.
- Ciao.

Ciao.

Mamma mia!

Can I introduce you, my beloved, Edoardo?

Nice to meet you.
Many congratulations, Mr. Duke.

- Thank you.
- Hi, ciao!

You're a lucky boy.

Thank you.

And I think that I'm one of the few who
knows exactly, and when I say exactly...

I mean exactly how lucky you are.

If you understand what I mean.

No, I'm not sure I do know what you mean.

No, uh, I just... Well, I mean
that, uh she's beautiful.

She's, uh... She's popular.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Very popular.

Well, that's very nice of you.

I wouldn't have thought to use
that particular adjective.

And when you say popular,
what exactly do you mean?

Well, I mean popular. Popular, uh...
Popular is popular, bro, no, right?

Let me help you.
Um, what was your name again?

- Uh, Tancredi.
- Sorry, one more time. I didn't quite...

Tancredi, but if you want,
you can call me Tano.

Whatever.

Do you think that she's, uh, beloved
and well-liked by a large group of people,

or is there some other definition
you'd like to share?

No, man, sorry, but your English
is too good for my Italian, motherfucker.

I just want to say
that she has a lot of friends.

Girlfriends, boyfriends, a lot of them.

- A lot. You get it?
- Okay, I see. Thank you.

- I think I understand now.
- Ah, cool.

I'm looking forward
to get to know you better.

Oh, it'll be awesome, man.

If you want, we can do something together.
I will tell you some secrets. Enjoy, man.

Why don't you tell me
about the secrets now?

What are you drinking?

For me.

- Is everything all right?
- Mm-hmm.

Who is he?

He pursued me for years
and never really accepted my rejections.

- He's just a boy.
- Mm.

Don't be jealous, hm?

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Shall we go and meet Auntie Simonetta?
She's 103.

Yes.

So Bella tells me
that you don't practice, Eddie.

Which, for the wedding...

- But...
- It's true.

We're still looking forward to
welcoming you into our church tomorrow.

Thank you. Bella tells me
you are a wonderful human being

and, uh, open to philosophical
conversations, shall we say.

Be careful.
Eddie studied theology at university,

so, if you go up against him,
you go up against the devil.

- I love this song. Come, please!
- I'll join you in a minute.

Come on! Come on, it's fun!

Whoo!

So, um, how long
have you been working with Angelica?

I... Since before you were born, Edoardo.

Hm.

You don't like her?

Mm.

No, I like her. I...

I sensed a certain reticence when we were
discussing our proposal earlier.

Angelica is an advisor.

My trust in her is absolute.

There is only one possible
verme della mela.

How do you say in English,
verme della mela?

Fly in the ointment.

Susie Glass.

Susie and I have always had
a good working relationship.

Very confident I can square that away.

Mm. By gifting her and her father
a slice of your profits.

You are generous,
but are you sure she won't see

a threat in your move?

That is precisely why
she's invited to the wedding, Marco.

Hm.

In business, there is only one thing worse

than competition.

It's war.

- Susan.
- Captain.

Well, isn't this all very lovely?

Thanks for coming. Means a lot.

My pleasure to be here.

I often think
if I wasn't in the narcotics game,

I'd be in the wedding business.

Contrary to my father's cosmetic facade,

he brought us up
on a diet of romantic period dramas.

Somehow I'm not surprised.

My real love is love.

Is there somewhere private we can talk?

No Freddy?

Well, Freddy wasn't quite there yet.
Nanny's the best man.

- Smart choice.
- Mm.

Any last-minute nerves?

None whatsoever.

Hm.

When did you know?
That she was the one, I mean.

Well, when I was pulling myself
out of a shallow grave,

I had a dawning realization.

- Ironically, I have you to thank for that.
- Well, apologies. And you're welcome.

I knew you liked her.

But marriage isn't just
an emotional contract.

It's a significant business decision.

All right.

Speaking of which,

how's your South American
diversification going?

Gangbusters, thanks for asking.

Fatter margins, much needier customers.

What's not to love?

No Joe?

Joe go.

Poor Joe.

He was a trier. A little out of his depth.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I know it's the night before your wedding,

but would it be impertinent of me
to ask you a direct question?

Carry on.

What is this?

Be more specific, Susan.

This. All of it. This little get-together.

The Horniman-Moretti happy families.

When my dad said you were out,
he meant out.

Not just England out, but out-out.

Not I might form a splinter group
with an Italian Mafia boss out.

I hope you're not going against the terms

of the implicit non-compete clause
of your contract.

I think you should bridle
your cynicism, Susan.

I'm aiming for a much larger picture.

Hm. You wanna be careful, Eddie.

You wanna be careful
with your "be careful" s.

You're forgetting yourself
and the occasion.

Now, if you don't mind,
I should get back to my guests.

No, you're right. I'm forgetting myself.

She's a very lucky lady, Eddie.

I'm sure you two will be really happy.

Thank you.

You don't need to get involved, Giuseppe.

- I'll destroy you!
- Cunt! Come on, then!

Used to be a boxer.

- You all right?
- I'm all right.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing. He was drunk.
He's back at the hotel. It's fine.

Who?

The guy, but Tancredi is an idiot.

It was just a misunderstanding.
Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Trust me, it's okay.

- I'm okay.
- Yeah.

- It was so stupid.
- Stupid.

Nothing happened.

- Promise. I love you.
- Love you.

I'm gonna get a drink.
I'll be back in one moment. Okay?

Okay.

It's like, I'm telling you...

It's not for me to say...

You love me...

Ciao. Do you mind if I come in?

Eddie, Eddie. Come in.

You'll always care

Oh, but here for the moment
I can...

I, uh, feel like
we got off on the wrong foot.

And if we're to move forward

in the positive spirit
that this occasion deserves,

I think it's a good idea if you apologize.

Publicly.

Yeah, of course. Oh, of course.

It's no problem. I'm sorry.

I know I got carried away.

Italian blood, Eddie.

Lots of this fucking whiskey.

Oh, man, I really don't know why,

but sometimes I express myself
in a manner that...

It's, um, unbecoming.

For that,

I apologize.

Good.

Well...

I think we're done here.

However...

unfortunately,

I do not apologize
for calling Bella a whore.

And you know why?

Because she's a whore.

She's a fucking big whore, man.

Man, her pussy's big like this.

You can put your face inside.

Because she's like a village bike.
Everybody fuck her.

And sometimes, even at the same time.

And I know that.

Well, I tried.

Tancredi?

Shit.

Oh fuck!

Never meet again

It's not for me

To say

- Edoardo.
- Good morning, Marco.

Good morning.

Mm. Please, sit down.

It's a big day.
It's important to have a good breakfast.

- Sorry, I start.
- Of course.

Waiter.

Okay.

Mm. I wanted you to know
I took care of things last night.

- What things?
- The young man who insulted Bella.

I sent some friends to his hotel
to take care of him.

He had an accident.

Really? Well, how very unfortunate.

Under the circumstances, I thought
it would be best to avoid any trouble,

so I arranged the situation

to limit any disturbance.

Hm.

And why is this relevant to me?

It's your wedding day. Uh...

No one wants bad news
on their wedding day, no?

Mm.

The man in question
packed his bags and left.

Where he went,
nobody knows and nobody cares.

There is no drama, Eddie. It's gone. Poof.

Well, thank you, Marco,

for making sure this day goes ahead
without any, uh, complications.

Consider it my second wedding present.

The third is, um, a gift for Bella.

A Ferrari.

It's a 1968 330 Spider.

Wow.

She is so happy for this.

Well, you're incredibly generous, Marco.
We're lucky to have you.

Bella is like my daughter.

And now,

you are like my son.

Give me your hand.

I bless you.

Marco's so generous.

- It's fast, no?
- Yeah.

You get a car. I get a map.

Don't worry. In six hours' time,
the map will also be mine.

True.

- For something old, I have this necklace.
- Yeah.

It belonged to my grandmother.
For something new, I have your ring.

Mm-hmm.

And I have blue flowers on my knickers,
and Angelica lent me a pin for my hair.

Right.

I sense you don't like her, do you?

No, I...

I just find her
a little, uh, hard to read.

That's because she hides her feelings.

She's nursing a broken heart.
Her husband ran off with another woman.

- Nobody knows, but she talks to me.
- Where did he run off to?

Does it matter where did he run off to?

Hong Kong, by any chance?

My God, Eddie, why ask questions
when you already know the answer?

Why are we here?

I brought you here for a reason.

I want you to make confession
before we get married.

- You know I'm not Catholic, right?
- Yeah, I know.

But I've spoken to Father Bosco.
He said he would make an exception.

Not sure that's the, uh, best idea.

It would mean a lot to me.

Please.

If you insist.

- And be quick. It's very hot.
- Okay. I'll be quick.

- Good morning, my son.
- Buongiorno, Father.

I just wanted to reassure you
that whatever you say to me today

comes under the sacred rubric
of the seal of confession.

Right.

So, why do you think
Isabella asked you to see me?

Well, I think she feels I might want to
unburden myself about certain matters.

- Matters?
- Mm. Mm. Yes.

Principally because I killed a man.

I see.

Uh, when did this happen?

Last night, Father.

- Well, th... that is indeed a great sin.
- Of course.

But you have come to ask for forgiveness?

Well, before we get
to the forgiveness part, Father,

since I'm here, there's a few more things
I'd like to share, if that's all right?

- Please continue.
- Thank you.

Well, there was, uh, also the gentleman
in the housing estate.

But that was self-defense.

There was Henry Collins,
which was in cold blood.

But he definitely deserved it.
Out of all of them,

the accountant's the one
I feel most conflicted about.

But even then, there wasn't really
another option, you see.

As for all those Afghans, well...

that was a combat situation,
you understand, and I was under orders.

And it's just shocking the damage

that a Javelin 148 can do
to a Toyota Hilux.

Do I sense a lack of remorse
in your voice?

No, Father, no.

The taking of a human life
always involves remorse.

Hence, why we're having this conversation.
The question I've been wrestling with

is how to efficiently account
for that remorse.

But you do understand
that murder is a sin?

And... the Sixth Commandment declares,
"Thou shall not murder."

I think you'll find the original Hebrew
states, "Thou shall not kill," Father.

Ah.

You seem pretty knowledgeable
of the scripture, Eddie.

Knowledgeable enough to know

that there is a contradiction
relating to that declaration.

Ecclesiastes, "A time to sow,

a time to reap,
a time to heal, and a time to kill."

No, no. It is important that you not try
to bend the Word of God, Eddie.

To justify your actions,
you must ask for God's forgiveness.

But, to clear up any ambiguity, Father,
when you use the word God,

which aspect of God are we talking about?

The external structure
or the internal essence?

Can we be clear on the delineation
so we can move forward efficiently?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

Well, one points out and one points in.

Either you are responsible
for your actions

or you're outsourcing responsibility
to those actions

onto a convenient agent of salvation.

And that agent being?

Well, it could be anything, really.

Cocaine, hookers, money, heroin,

Jesus, Mohammed, um,

or, inconveniently enough, God.

But God is the supreme being.

But that's not the question, Father.

It's only the location
of the supreme being

that is in question.

Are you comparing heroin with God?

Well, certainly more people have died
through the external alibi of God

than through
the stimulating sensations of heroin.

How do we reconcile this contradiction

if we wish to be forensic
in our accounting, Father?

I'll let you think on that, Father,
and perhaps we can talk on it more later.

- Arrivederci.
- Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

Eddie.

Thank you, Eddie.

I assume you know I have
something of a checkered past.

I know. And I don't need to know
where you buried the bodies.

I don't wanna change you.
The only thing I want more of is you.

Andiamo.

Enchanting.

I'm not sure about the hat.

The hat, the accessories,

the whole ensemble
couldn't be more perfect.

- Thank you.
- I ordered you a Bloody Mary.

Perfect.

Now that your hangover is in check

and you've decided
what to wear for the wedding...

I'm still not totally sure about this hat.

Hat notwithstanding.

I wanted to speak to you discreetly
about what I uncovered last night.

Tarquin and I

went for a stroll around the gardens.

What's the code?
I almost forgot the bloody code!

Shh, shh.

I decided to look for a way
to warm his bottle. But...

instead of finding a kitchenette
and a warm stove, I...

I walked into what I can only describe

as a vast criminal enterprise.

But that wasn't
the only thing I witnessed.

I also watched police officers
taking down the number plates

of guests in attendance at the party.

Why would they be doing that?

I understand that Bella and Marco have
some kind of business dealings with Eddie.

But what kind of business are they all in?

Are you absolutely sure
you want me to tell you?

Yes. Of c... No.

Eddie's a Duke, for goodness' sake!

He's part of one of the oldest families
in Great Britain. What is going on?

Look, don't ask questions
you don't want to know the answer to.

- Why didn't you tell me this before?
- I couldn't. You're the King's Equerry.

How serious is this, darling?

It's... It's pretty serious.

I mean, how else could he afford
the house and the staff?

I'm sorry, but it might take me a while
to get my bearings.

My in-laws are outlaws, not aristocrats.

No, well, look, darling,
there's no need to panic.

We're still aristocrats.

Hm.

Ah, your grandfather's rose.

I got Geoff
to bring them over from the glass houses.

- They've been kept in water.
- Mm.

I'm going to plant huge drifts of them
all around the dower house.

You don't need to move out.

Yes, I do.

It's the natural order of things.

I make way
for the new mistress of Halstead.

Oh, my Eddie.

I'm so happy for you.

A partnership with someone
that you can love and trust.

Well, that's all any of us needs
in this life, isn't it?

Thank you, Mother.

Gentleman outside to see you, sir.
I would say he's one of Moretti's lads.

- Right. Won't be a minute.
- Yes.

Oh, um... Uh, hang on, Geoff, I...

May I?

Well, I must say, you look...

you look noble.

Thank you, Your Ladyship.

May I say,

that's a wonderful dress, Your Ladyship.

Most elegant.

Thank you, Geoff.

So what is it?

La Signora Angelica needs to see you.

I'm getting married
in two hours. I'm a little busy.

It's not gonna take long,
but it's a matter of urgency.

- Right. Let's make it quick.
- Yeah.

Here to see Marco Moretti.

Bella.

Love the dress.

Thank you.

Anything I can do for you?

I'm just here to have a word with Marco.

I didn't think you'd come.
Eddie said you would, but I wasn't sure.

- I wouldn't miss it for the world.
- I'm glad.

It's important to me
that we remain friends.

Why wouldn't we be friends?

I don't know. I always felt
there was something between you two.

A certain brivido.

No. No, you misunderstood.

We just worked together, that's all.

That's why you're here now,

to find out from Marco what they're up to?

I just wanted a conversation.

To clear the air.

And whatever have might been
between you and Edoardo

was just in my imagination?

Correct.

You don't think he's marrying me
just because of who my godfather is?

Absolutely not.

Eddie wouldn't marry you
unless he loved you profoundly.

Authentically.

Passionately.

And by the way,

you wear love well.

Thank you.

- Signora.
- I know it's a busy day.

We'll be as quick as we can.

There's been a little complication
with Tancredi.

It's easily resolved,
but it needs your attention. Please.

- Why can't you tell me what's going on?
- Oh, it's easier if I show you.

A picture is a thousand words, no?

Enzo!

We had to break his legs to fit him in,
so it's a bit tight.

I spent my life cleaning up after Marco,

and now I have to clean up after you too.

Well, I'm very grateful, signora.

I love that you're grateful,

and I love your beautiful English manners,

but it's not enough.

I want you to tell Marco
you've been thinking about the business,

and you've decided that the money
must go through Hong Kong, not London.

But if you don't,
there's going to be a bit of a problem.

The kind of problem that doesn't sink
to the bottom of the lake, I assume.

The kind of problem that floats,
which could be a little embarrassing.

An embarrassing floater.

Mr. Moretti?

- Yes?
- Miss Susie Glass.

Oh, Susie.

I'm not a Sicilian,
and Bella is not my daughter,

but it's still impossible
to refuse a request

on a day as auspicious as this one.

I'll make sure to keep things succinct
and to the point.

I know you're planning something with
Eddie. I don't have a problem with that.

He's a free agent,
and I would never condescend

to tell you
who you should be doing business with.

I'm curious to know how it might affect
our ongoing working relationship.

Eddie was eager to talk to you himself.
I assume he did.

He gave me the plop last night.

I'm just in the process
of evaluating the ripples.

Today I'm welcoming Eddie to the family,
as they say. La famiglia.

I know he's no longer working
for the Glass family,

but I hope that this marriage
might one day lead

to a rapprochement between him and you.

That's certainly Eddie's intention.

Since you'll be welcoming him
into the family,

would you be willing
to act as a guarantor?

I'm happy to offer you the reassurance

that I would never be involved
in any move on you and your father.

But Eddie... Eddie is his own man.

He's about to marry into an organization
that has existed for a long, long time

with all the potential
that comes with that.

So, whilst I can assure
that there is no problem between us,

I cannot provide the guarantee
that you ask for.

Oh, listen.

The bells of San Domenico,
they're chiming, Eddie, for you.

This is meant to be the happiest day
of your life. Don't spoil it.

I knew you weren't happy with the way
the operation was being set up.

You, of course, want the money
to go through Hong Kong,

but the reason for that is that,

despite you claiming
that your husband left you, well, uh,

he never did.

He is the majority stakeholder
in a shell company you set up with him

to skim money off Marco Moretti's
business dealings in Hong Kong.

Now, neither of us gain if he were
to find out about what was going on,

but here's what I think might happen.

That trunk should find its way
to the bottom of the lake,

along with Tancredi
and your little secret.

I will get married,
and on my return from my honeymoon,

the money that we make
in our joint venture

will run through London,

and we will never mention
this conversation ever again.

You can enjoy the wedding, and, uh,

well, who knows?

Maybe you'll catch the bouquet.

Good day.

Geoff!

- What?
- I just wanted him for something.

- Could you just sit here for a moment?
- I've gotta give some of these out.

Can you just sit down?

Susan. Chaps.

Captain. Wondered if we could have
a quick word?

I'm a little pressed for time.
Walk with me.

Excuse my brevity.

I'm a bit concerned you're about to marry
into a new power base

that will lead you to temptations
you've not encountered before.

We both know
you're an ambitious man, Eddie,

but we're not quite sure
where that ambition ends.

Christ, Susan.

This is unlike you.

Frankly, your message is clumsy,
and so is your timing.

I made myself extremely clear last night.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

You have the potential
to become a monster.

Give me your hand, Susan.

If you're worried
I'm gonna come after you...

don't.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm a little busy.

Geoffrey.

Nanny.

- Good morning, Father.
- Buongiorno, Eddie.

So I've been thinking about
our discussion a great deal, and, uh,

I'm quite disturbed by it.

Right. It's not quite the time
and place now for that.

I wanted to tell you that...

I will pray for you.

Well, that's jolly kind of you, Father.

But right now,
I think we should maintain focus.

Don't you?

I know this marriage
is good for your career.

Come on.

I'm not stupid.

I don't mind.

I love you.

So it doesn't matter.

But I need to know.

Is this real for you or not?

Bella.

I love you.

Utterly... and completely.

And when we are old and gray,

I will remind you
that you asked me this question,

and you'll feel very naughty.

It's a move, Dad.

He's saying
it's not a confrontational one.

I don't think he's aware
of the extent of his own ambitions.

You sure your radar
ain't getting a bit cloudy here,

having to watch the Duke
go down the aisle?

Oh, I'm sure. My radar's glitch-free.

He may be heading off on his honeymoon,

but as far as you should be concerned,
he's an Exocet missile.

Well, you let me worry about that.

Listen, um, the situation
is, uh, changing hour by hour here.

Why don't you, uh, jump on the next flight

and I'll fill you in when you get back?

- All right.
- All right, safe travels.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Sorry about that. My daughter.

Representing your good self
at the Duke's wedding, no doubt.

Alas, Mr. Johnston
was sadly unable to attend,

which is a shame,
'cause he does love a good wedding.

Loves a good cock too.

Shall we proceed, Mr. Glass?

If we fly,
we'll be in Switzerland in 15 minutes.

By the time we fuel the plane and load
the luggage, it'll be half an hour.

Let's drive.

The bags won't fit in the Ferrari.
You've seen the trunk.

We'll have them sent on.

I have a much better idea.
You want to hear?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You take the car.

I take the plane.

And I race you.

- You're on.
- Please drive carefully.

If you hurt yourself, I'll kill you.

But if you hurt the car,
I'll kill your family.

- I'll see you there in 40 minutes.
- Shut up and kiss me.

- Ciao, Bella.
- Ciao.

- Oh no!
- Oh!

Ciao, Bella!

Bye.

- Oh, Marie
- Oh, Marie

- Oh, Marie
- Oh, Marie

In your arms, I'm longing to be...

- Mm, baby
- Baby...

Ciao!

- Stars shine above me
- Shine above me

- Hey, hey, Marie
- Hey, Marie

- Oh, Marie
- Oh, Marie

- In your arms, I'm longing to be
- Longing to be

- Oh, baby
- Oh, baby

- Tell me you love me
- Tell me you love me

- Hey, Marie
- Hey, Marie

Hey, Sammy, come here boy
Wait, Marie

Wait, Marie, wait, Marie