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I have to tell you something.

Save your breath,
I know everything.

Bella, look at me.

No.

You're up indecently early.

I could say the same thing
about you.

Well, I'm catching
the first train.

Business in Genoa, is it?

Yes. The consulate. I'm filing
a complaint against Danioni.

The way he's handled this ghastly
business with my painting. You?

Er...

Of course. What else?

Signor Fanucci, I presume.

Mr Ainsworth.

A pleasure to meet you.

Come va?
Very well, thank you.

Very well. Yes.

Mm.

I think I tend to agree with you.

Thank you.

Your man is late.

Give him a minute.
He's very dependable.

Is that him?

The very same.

I told you he was reliable.

Francesco has been a great help
to me, packaging the painting.

Ah!

Do come back down
for a glass of brandy and a cigar.

Of course.

Arranging its transportation.

Ten thirty?
First floor bathroom.

I'll bring every weapon
in my armoury.

'I hate to drink alone.'

And handling the paperwork
associated with its delivery.

Which, as you can see for yourself,
is very much complete.

Let's stick to English, please.

I speak a little, Signore.

Though sometimes it's beneficial
to pretend he doesn't.

Hmm.

Did Andretti give you
a message for me?

Is Andretti happy?

He confirms that the painting

has been handed over
in perfect condition.

Excellent!
I'll see you when I get back.

Your receipt.

I've included a reserve price
of £50,000, as agreed.

Although we are clearly
expecting a great deal more.

And this is your advance
in the form of a bank cheque.

25% of a reserve price.
Less our commission.

Looks about right.

And I have your absolute assurance
the sale will be handled privately?

Discretion is our byword,
Mr Ainsworth.

How foolish of me.

There you go, Fanucci.

Proof that you now have in
your possession, a 100% genuine,

cast-iron, copper-bottomed Rubens.

- It was very good.
-Was it?

I can see you move
when you're speaking.

You're too quick!

That seemed like a bit of a cheat.

Erm, cashier. Yes?

Thank you.

Er, telegram, please.

' "Sorry.
School of Rubens. Not Rubens.

' "Worth a try. Sold anyway.
£1,000.

' "Will wire your share.
Cecil." '

Margot!
Trecentocinquanta lire.

Margot!
He's done it again!

Could you pour me a cup of tea,
please? With everything.

Thank you.
Lucian?

Lucian!

Hmm?

Thank you.

Lucian, play with us.

Uh-huh-huh!

Reporting for duty, ma'am.

You can be Teddy.

Oh, can I?

"Hello."

Teddy likes Annabelle.

Does he?
Now, which one is Annabelle?

There. Oh!
Then Teddy has impeccable taste.

But he can't be her sweetheart.

No? Just because he's a bear?

It's too soon, silly.

Why is it too soon, Lots?

I don't know.
It's what Mummy says.

But they can still sit together.

Lucian!

We're having ourselves
a little tea party.

Could I have a word?

Of course you can. Here?
In private.

Righto.
Aw!

It's all right, Lots.
I'll be back in a moment, I promise.

"Bye-bye!"

It's all right.
We'll have our own tea party.

Where did you get this?

Where I got this doesn't matter.
What it says does.

Why are you showing it to me?

Oh, Lucian!
I mean it, Alice. Why?

To stop you making
a bloody fool of yourself!

And the rest of us.

Lucian!

Oh! There you are.

Look, I... Wait, wait, wait!
I have the most wonderful news.

I have...
I've just spoken to Heddon.

You're not going to believe this.

It turns out the painting
was insured, after all.

We're going to make
quite a tidy sum from the payout.

Enough to put
a bit towards Lucian's wedding

and pay off a few debts
I've accumulated,

and maybe even bung a few hundred
your way for this place.

But only if you promise not
to use it to pay your father back.

I... I thought you'd be happy.

Sweetheart...

I can't be happy.

W-Was Billy still locked up?

Billy?

Oh.

Yes, of course.

Perhaps I can, er,
see to that myself.

And then maybe when I get back...
we can talk.

Bellakins...

It was a nasty shock you gave me.

I mean,
how's a chap supposed to react,

if he finds out his wife's
been carrying on behind his back?

And the whole town
seems to know about it.

I mean, I see now...

..I was perhaps a little more...
heavy-handed

than perhaps was necessary.

Yes.

It's really not what you think.

Hush, now. No need to make up
excuses for my benefit, honey.

I... I did provoke him, you see.

Don't give me any of that
"I blame myself" nonsense.

Most kinds of men
don't need provoking.

And I know most kinds of men.

Do you want me to cover you up?

No, no. I'll be fine.
Thank you so much.

Well, at least let me put something
on that cut.

You know you're stronger than him,
don't you?

I don't think my face
would agree with you.

I'm not talking about
that kind of strength.

Any fool can use his fists.

I've seen everyone here,
they... look to you...

..for guidance, for wisdom,
for support.

Thank you, Mrs...?

Please, Claudine.

Claudine Pascal.

Claudine Pascal.
Mm.

Thank you. It's... it's just
terribly sisterly of you.

Now, that's a fine word.

Yes. It is, isn't it?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Yes!
Yes.

My name is Alice.

My... name is... Alice.

No. Er, your name is Roberto.

Your name is... Roberto.

No. Erm, my name is Roberto.

No, sono confuso.
Well, imagine how I feel.

You can send me
the most exquisite gift,

yet you can't even
introduce yourself properly.

I could say anything I like and you
wouldn't have a clue, would you?

I could tell you that you are
frightfully good-looking...

..but, really, you're just a boy.

I wouldn't be wasting my time
on this fool's errand

if there were any half-decent
Englishmen left to marry.

How do you do?

Your name is Roberto.

Huh?

Thank you.

What the devil are you doing here?

What is the meaning of this?

It's just one cousin paying a call
on another, Signor Ainsworth.

Right?
Cousin!

Why am I not surprised?

I was expecting a visit, yes,
from the British Consul,

but from Signor Cecil Ainsworth?
No.

All right, you've had your fun.

No, really,
I'm surprised to see you here.

Not as surprised as I was

to discover we had a spy
in our midst all this time.

So you wish to be friends again?

Perhaps some of the language
I used the last time we spoke

was a wee bit... Well, in the heat
of the moment, you understand,

I may have accused you
of one or two things which...

You mean, er,
"your greasy little insinuations"?

In light of what we now know,
we both know,

don't quite stand up to scrutiny.

Obviously enough.

So you wish to say sorry.
Oh, I can do better than that.

Given your... intimate knowledge
of my dealings...

..this is the price
I'm prepared to pay

to bring an immediate close
to the police investigation.

And... to secure Billy Scanlon's
release.

As well as make reparations
for any hurt feelings.

And this...

Well, let's just call this
a gesture of goodwill.

From one dog to another.

Let's have a drink.

I'll say.

I.
I.

You.
You.

He.
He.

If you'll excuse me, Mr Albani.

Mother?

Mother!

My name... is Roberto.

Mother?

Mother!

Yes. What is it?

What's happened to your face?

Oh, n-nothing. It's just a scratch.

Righto. What is it?
I've something I need to show you.

What is it, darling?
I thought you should see this.

Letters.
Letters to Miss March.

You intercepted her letters?

I found them in her room.

What were you doing in her room?
It doesn't matter.

I've known about it for ages.

There's something not right with her
and now we have proof.

You have to put these back.
Immediately. No! Immediately.

You're not going to read them?
Of course not.

You don't want to know

what kind of girl she is?
I know what kind of girl she is.

Anyone can see that.

She's conscientious,
she's kind, she's honest.

And the mother of an illegitimate
child at 15 years of age!

Where did I go wrong with you?

With me?

How could I have raised a daughter
who is so... unsisterly?

I thought you'd be painting.

Oh, I'm not...
I'm not really in the mood.

It's our last day tomorrow.
Gosh. So soon?

Three weeks have flown by.

Haven't they just?

We may not get a chance again
to speak properly.

Oh, I hope we do.

So I wanted to say thank you

for all you've done
to look after me.

To make me feel at home here.

It's been my pleasure, really.

And I wanted to give you this.

Oh!
I've been working on it in secret.

It's not very good, I know.

I was going to say wonderful.

You don't have to pretend.

No, truly. It's... it's wonderful.

You know, that you've done it for me
and that painting isn't your thing.

It's really NOT my thing!

I've tried.

Really, I have.
To like it for your sake.

I just don't see what you do in it.

It's all just...
colours and shapes to me.

Well, I think it's better
to be honest about it.

You're not upset?
No, no.

No, I think I'd be
rather more upset

if I thought that you were just
pretending to like it to please me.

But that's it.

That's all I do -

try to please people.

Your mother, you mean?

And everyone else as well.

I try so hard to be interesting
when, really, I'm not.

Rose, you ARE interesting.
I'm not even sure I'm very likeable.

How can you say that?
I'm not stupid, Lucian.

I can see that people
don't warm to others

who can't be true to themselves.

I can't see it myself.

Can't see what?
That little love match.

They'd have fine-looking children.

So would we.

She isn't his soulmate.

Do people have soulmates?

Of course.

But not if they're too afraid
to admit who they really are.

Or what they really feel.

Is it that obvious?

To me, it is.

You won't say anything?

It isn't anybody's business
but yours.

Have you tried telling him?
God, no.

And I never will.

I don't mean how you feel about him.

Just how you feel in general.

Why ruin the best friendship
I've ever had?

It isn't much of a friendship
if that would ruin it.

So you're just going to let it
eat away at you?

What choice do I have?

It is the saddest thing.

I've come to terms with it.

I understand.

I wrote the book when it comes
to loving where it isn't allowed.

Now listen to me, Master Scanlon.

You're hurting me.
I've paid good money

to have you released,
you little bastard.

And I can just as easily pay
to have you put back inside.

I have Signor Danioni in my pocket,

which means I have you in my pocket
as well.

So from now on, if I say jump,

your only question is,
"How high, Mr Ainsworth?"

Do you understand?

Do you understand?!
Yes, Mr Ainsworth.

Good.

Now get on with you.

You need to be more careful, ma'am.
I know.

I've always been terribly clumsy.
The return of the prodigal son.

Oh! Billy!

Oh! I've been worried to death!
You've lost weight.

I've not been gone 24 hours, Mam.

Come on. Sit down.
I'll make you a sandwich.

Is he out on bail?

Released without charge. They were
happy to take my word for it.

I don't believe Billy
had anything to do

with the theft of that painting.

What about the bicycle,
Mr Ainsworth?

I've persuaded them
to overlook it, Betty.

Now that it's been returned
to its rightful owner

and a small fee has been paid
in lieu of its loan.

Oh, sir, I don't know how
I can ever repay your kindness.

Just make sure the boy's nose
is kept clean from now on.

That's all I ask.

That's just it, sir.

I've got my hands full here.

But don't distress yourself, Betty.
We'll sort something out.

Maybe it would be best, ma'am,
if I...

..took the lad home.
You know, handed in my notice.

I won't hear of it.

We'd be utterly lost without you,
Betty.

Oh, bless you, Mrs Ainsworth.

Best get on with that sandwich.

Welcome home, Billy.

Oh!

Bella! I need to talk to you.

Bella, wait.

Bella, for heaven's sake, wait!

Cecil...

Julia.

You're in an awful rush.

Your creditors after you
or something?

That's very droll, Julia.
It was just a little joke.

Well, the joke is rather on you.

Shall we?
With pleasure.

You catch me at an awkward moment.

Indeed.

Out.

Have you enjoyed your stay with us?

Tolerably.

Oh?
I would have preferred

to have seen and heard rather less
of some of my fellow guests.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry to hear you
didn't find the company congenial.

And rather more of you.

Perhaps... that might be possible.

What?

In the, er, 18 hours we have left?

Well, I intend to be in London

rather more
than I have been of late.

Something changed?

My circumstances.

And, of course,
there is this wedding to arrange.

You have the means to go ahead?

I do.

Oh, Cecil,

you have no idea
how long I have waited

to hear you say the words "I do".

And, er... do you?

I most certainly do.

Playing Hide And Seek?

Something like that.

Who are you trying to avoid?
Er... myself, as much as anyone.

Oh, God,
don't be such a bloody misery.

I have something
I want to share with you. Do you?

Your engagement is announced.

Between Lucian,

son of The Right Honourable
Mr and Mrs Cecil Ainsworth

of Portofino, Italy,

and Rose, daughter of Mr and Mrs
Ivo Drummond-Ward of London.

What do you think?

I thought we might, er...

wander down
to the telegram office tomorrow.

Of course, it does mean
you'll have to get your skates on.

Of course.

Is that going to be a problem?

Uh, um...
Oh, Christ.

Is it Rose you're trying to avoid?

Not exactly.
Then what's the problem?

I'm not sure that...

You're not sure what?

I'm not sure that Rose and I are...

sympathetic.
I don't even know what that means.

It means we're not well matched.

Well matched?

Our families have been marrying
into one another for generations.

I mean emotionally.

Now, look here...

..all this womanish malarkey's
got to stop.

Yes, you've had a rotten go of it,
and a nasty scratch,

but the war's been over
for nearly eight years now.

Yes, I know that...
Well, then, pull yourself together!

You're alive, aren't you?
Capable of thinking, breathing.

Walking. There are millions
who weren't so lucky.

You don't think I'm aware of that?

You don't think I spend
every day and night

overshadowed by the very thought
of them?

Then step out into the sunlight,
man. Learn to live a little.

You're being offered the hand
of a beautiful girl

from an excellent family.

And a house in London and an income
of 1,500 a year to go with it.

Most young men with
a drop of blood in their veins

would be champing at the bit,

not mooning around
worrying about emotions.

This will be in The Times next week.
You...

..do your duty.

Yes, Father.

Like I did mine.

Mm?

I was wondering where you'd got to.

Not you as well.

Is something wrong?

My father's given me an ultimatum.

Ah...

Er... congratulations.

Well, steady on,
I haven't even spoken to her yet.

So, when do you plan to?

There's no time like the present.
What do you...?

That one.
Thank you.

Sorry, did you...
did you want something?

It's nothing important.
Are you sure?

It can wait.

Come here.

Stupid thing.

Do you ever wish
we could go back to that time

we spent in France after the war?

The convalescence depot
in Marseille? Yeah.

We were just so giddy it was over.

To know we'd survived.

Things were much simpler back then.

Happier.

Thank you.

- But I have to pack.
-That can wait.

Why you being so mysterious?
Because...

I'm sorry,
I need to speak to you.

I've been thinking about
what you said about

how difficult you find it
to be true to yourself,

and the truth is I feel
exactly the same way.

You do?

Yes.

I've spent my whole life

trying to live up to other people's
expectations of me and...

not liking myself very much
as a result.

The whole time we've spent here...
you've seemed so sure of everything.

Well, maybe it's this place,
maybe it's Italy,

maybe I...
Why are you telling me all this?

Because I want you to know
that I feel we have...

more in common
than you realise and...

I don't want you to worry
about feeling yourself around me.

Please, Lucian...

..you don't need to do this.

No, I don't need to do it,
I want to.

I think you're very lovely, Rose.

Just as you are.

Will you marry me?

Julia, Julia, come and stand by me.

Now, where is the happy couple?
That's you. Here she is.

Ah, come on, Rose.
Don't be a wallflower.

And where is Lucian? Don't tell me
he's done a runner already.

I'm here, Father.

Here he is.
Darling, does everyone have a glass

of something wet and bubbly?
Yes. I believe so.

Jolly good.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,

if you could raise your glasses,

I would like to propose a toast
to our happy couple.

Lucian and Rose.

Lucian and Rose!

No, no, don't run,
go back to your station, please.

Just serve drinks.
I'll go after her.

Good lass,
just serve the drinks, all right?

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, yes.
It's lovely, isn't it?

Oh, I do so love a wedding,
don't you, Melissa?

I've not been to any.

Well, there's only one
that really matters.

You must have a few suitors,
don't you, my dear?

Goodness, what a question!

I don't know, I feel that
there's so much more to do yet.

Oh, really?

Well, I'm very fond of you
and all I want is your happiness.

I want to be a writer.

A writer?

If you say so.

I do say so.

Awfully decent of them
to throw me a victory party.

Plum, darling, you're back?

So, you won?
Ah, not quite, old girl.

Lost to some Frenchie
in the third round.

Oh, you don't seem put out.

I had a little wager...

on the other chap.

So, are we all right?
We're all right, my darling.

I might have some even better news.
Oh, yes? Er...

I, um, I've been feeling
a little strange and...

I know it's probably
far too early to tell, of course,

but I think that I might be...
You know.

Oh, bugger.

Ah, Wingfield, you're back.

Ah, so it would seem.

Has your wife been filling you in
on all the drama you've missed?

Bits and pieces.

Have you told him
he was almost implicated?

Implicated?

In the theft of the painting, man!

I was just getting round to it.
Oh...

I don't mind telling you,

there were one or two here who were
ready to try you in absentia.

But I told them, "He's an Englishman
and a sporting hero.

"Plum Wingfield is beyond reproach."

Constance...

I'm sorry, Mrs Ainsworth.

What is it?
I hate to see you so distressed.

I've lost something very dear to me.

Ah...

Yes, I...
Are these what you're looking for?

You've read them?
No.

But somebody has.
But you know everything?

I know of your misfortune, yes.

Then I'm dismissed.

Dismissed?

You cannot want me here.
Looking after Lottie.

I can't think of anyone better
than a mother to look after a child.

A mother who has
never had a husband.

And has done her utmost
not to be defined by that.

Who has abandoned her child.

But holds him closest to her heart.

Constance...

..this is my Lawrie.

Or Lawrence.

He was my youngest.

We lost him to influenza.

He would have been 14 next month.

Is he the reason you came here?

Yes.

A new beginning.

I thought you would judge me.

I've learned not to judge people.

I think everyone... should be
given a chance to make amends.

Until they prove themselves
unworthy.

I don't know where to start.

Well, why don't you start by telling
me something about your boy?

Ha...

A hearty occasion, isn't it?

Hmm. My brother is a lucky man.

Oh, yes.

Miss Drummond-Ward is very charming.

You are leaving tomorrow?

At nine.

Well, then... I look forward
to seeing you again soon.

You and Roberto.
Before you go...

I'd like to clear up
a misunderstanding.

Of course.

I hope you will reconsider.

It is very pretty.

As are you, Alice.

Count Albani...

I must speak the truth.

But what about Roberto?

I speak on my own behalf.

You will grow old waiting for him.

But you said...
It was a lie.

This is absurd.
Why?

Alice...
I am a man of experience and means.

I'd like to look after you and...
your child.

'What would I do in Turin?'

'You will learn to resist.'

Ah...

Mr Sengupta.
Mrs Drummond-Ward.

Rose.

I wasn't aware that we would be
travelling back together.

We're not, I'm afraid.
I'm heading for Turin.

I'm needed there.

That was entirely...
I'm going to delay...

Do you have other guests arriving?

We do, we have a party of eight
arriving from Zurich.

Zurich?

Fortunately, we have a few days
to organise ourselves.

Well... it's certainly been...
eventful.

We do try our best.

My aunt and I have both grown
very fond of the Hotel Portofino.

Thank you.
Yes, we have.

I'm going to tell
all my friends about the hotel

and the genteel lady that runs it.

Thank you.

Might I see you again?

Well, who knows, dear, at my age.

Hardly.
You will write to me, won't you?

Of course I will. Now go.

Thank you.

Lady Latchmere,
I do appreciate how understanding

you've been about everything.

Well, I wouldn't have missed it
for the world,

it was like being in an
Agatha Christie novel.

Not sure even she could imagine

quite such a cast
of unconventional characters.

A nonsense, my dear, it's the 1920s.

Driver...

I thought...

I thought it might help
make us friends again.

I don't want to be friends.

And I'll never take a penny
from you.

And if you ever touch me again...

I've lived by your rules
for long enough.

It's time I started making up
some of my own.