All language subtitles for Hotel Portofino S02E01

(upbeat music) (gulls crying)

(water splashing)

(cafe chatter)

(market chatter)

Ah, bellisima.

Si. Como sta la bambina?

Sta molto bene.

Bene. Ciao, Carolina.

Arrivederci, Signora!

(town square chatter)

Buongiorno!

(uplifting music)

(thunder rumbles)
(boat horn blasts)

(gentle music)

(horn honks) TAXI
DRIVER: Taxi!

Get your newspaper!

(thunder rolls)

(street chatter)

CECIL: They can't get
enough of the stuff.

Of course, knowing my luck,

they'll probably change the law

before I can make
any proper money.

But if it stays like
this for a year or two...

- JULIA: Cecil?
- Mm-hmm?

JULIA: Are you smoking?

I rather think I might be.

JULIA: You might have
let the magic linger.

You're beginning to
sound like my wife.

And how is the Sainted Isabella?

How the hell should I know?

Really, one could
almost wish oneself

back in Italy with her.

Given that ghastly noise.

Honestly Cecil,

I mean where even
is Pimlico anyway?

It's Belgravia, thank
you very much, Julia.

And rather like you,

it serves my needs.

And your budget.

What's the point of
anywhere grander?

Especially as we only
seem to spend time

in the bedroom.

Hmm.

I shall have to
go back, you know.

Like father, like son.

CECIL: What do you
mean 'like son?'

Ooh, you haven't heard?

CECIL: No.

My spy in the camp.

What spy in the camp?

Oh, try not to be
dense, darling.

You don't really think

that I lent them
my second best maid

out of the goodness
of my heart, do you?

Mary has been told to
pack a trunk for Italy,

but only one.

Young Mr Ainsworth will
be travelling alone.

CECIL: Lucian,
going back to Italy,

on his own?

Running back to mother.

Oh...

Bleating how ghastly his
father's been no doubt.

Little beast.

Have you spoken to Rose?

Oh...

She says she's too
unwell to travel.

At least she's learned the value

of keeping up appearances.

Feeling sick, you say?

You think she might be...

(whistles)

Oh good lord, no.

You sound terribly sure.

Well, that's the other
thing Mary told me.

They have yet to share a bed.

After five months of marriage?

Ye very gods.

(Cecil sighs)

(title music)

(thunder rolls, heavy rain)

(horse whinnies)

(door opens)

(footsteps in corridor)

Rose?

Rose... (knocks on door)

are you sleeping?

LUCIAN: How are you
feeling with the migraine?

It'll be time for me
to be leaving soon.

Is it that time already?

I do feel terrible leaving
you here without...

Just think.

This time on Friday

you'll be sipping cappuccinos

and swimming in
the Mediterranean.

You could be too, you know.

But I can't swim and
I don't like coffee.

It's not my decision, you know.

It is my mother.

(Rose scoffs)

It is.

It's these new spa rooms
that she's planning.

She's being a ball of anxiety
about the whole thing.

Agreeing to go over
there was the only way

I could think of to placate her.

(sombre music)

(taxi horn honks)

Well, the taxi's here, so...

(kissing on cheek)

(sombre piano music)

I'll, err...

I'll send Mary in with some tea.

Lucian...

Remember me to
everyone, won't you?

(door shuts)

(thunder rumbles)

(upbeat music)

(seagulls cry)

(bicycle bell rings)

Buongiorno, signora.

Buongiorno!

Buongiorno.

Como sta, Carlo?

Buongiorno, Bella.

ALICE: take them
to the room please

- Oh darling...
- ALICE: Yes?

I've got a little gift for you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Oh, you shouldn't
have. (Bella giggles)

Yes, Mr. Thompson,
I will let you know.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Did you get everything
you need, Mrs. Ainsworth?

I did, Constance, and a
few things I don't need.

Well, I'm sure the guests
will appreciate them.

Was that phone call

anything I should
concern myself with?

Yes, that was Mr. Thompson

Yes, that was Mr. Thompson
calling from the Consulate

asking after a
room for next week

for a couple travelling
on to Florence, I believe.

Oh dear, I do hope

that you were suitably
apologetic, my dear.

No ma'am. I said I thought
we could squeeze them in.

What?

Oh, botheration.

Did I do wrong, ma'am? No, no,
no, no. It's entirely my fault.

No, no, no, no. It's
entirely my fault.

I forgot to tell
you: Lucian's coming

and I'm going to put him
in the Cheltenham Suite.

So there'll be absolutely
no room for anyone else.

Mr. Ainsworth?

He'll be here next week?

No. Friday lunchtime, my dear.

Oh, well I'll be very
glad to see him again.

Him and Mrs. Ainsworth.

Oh no. Well,
you'll have to wait

for the pleasure
of Rose's company.

Lucian will be coming alone.

In fact, will you tell
Betty and the others

that he'll be arriving?
I completely forgot.

- What's she done now?
- Oh, will you stop it darling?

She's being most helpful.

Mr. Thompson,

Bella Ainsworth.

(soft, slow piano
music) (cars rumbling)

(horse whinnies)

(car horns in street)

Your luggage has all
been sent ahead, Sir.

DRIVER: Good morning Sir.

Safe travels Mr Ainsworth.

(car door closes)

ALICE: Paola?

Why do I have to
keep chasing you?

The tables aren't
laid for lunch.

Sorry signora.

Oh there'll be no
lunch, Mrs Mays-Smith

until we get cleaned
up down here.

Get what cleaned up?

Footprints.

Dirty great big ones.

They're walking in mud,

cement dust,

and God knows what else,

right through my kitchen.

Betty, please...

Oh, gracious, Lord
have mercy, not again!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Morning, afternoon and evening!

It's like blooming
Piccadilly Circus!

It's only a couple of weeks.

Ha! A couple of weeks?

Well, we will have
lost our minds

long before then,
won't we Paola, love?

Betty, you just have
to get used to it.

When the treatment room's open,

there will be guests
here all day long.

I don't care whether
it's Queen Mary

or the great unwashed, like me.

If I have to put up

with workman traipsing
through my kitchen

all the hours God sends,

it'll be the food that suffers.

(clanging)

(jaunty music)

(sighs)

(waves lapping gently)

(chatter)

Constance, will you please
help Paola with the tables?

I'll get onto it, Ma'am.

Honestly mother, without
Lottie to look after,

what is it that
she does all day?

Well, she's been helping
me with my paperwork.

Ah, shirking her
responsibilities.

No, Alice...

Alice, Alice, wait, wait!

Listen, you'd do well to
be nicer to Constance.

She's been extremely
helpful towards me.

I know what it is
you're worried about,

that she's going to replace you,

that you'll come
back from holiday

and find I don't
need you anymore.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Exactly.

Constance is a dear girl

and she's a very fast learner,

but she could never, ever
replace you, my darling.

We'd be utterly
lost without you.

All of us.

Just you wait and see.

The place will run to rack
and ruin in your absence.

Ten days is rather a long time.

Maybe I shouldn't go.

Oh, good gracious.

What happened to
footloose and fancy free?

You must let your
hair down for once.

You're starting to
sound like Daddy.

Well, he did occasionally
speak sense, I suppose.

Come along, let's
finish the job together.

(upbeat music)

(street sounds, car horns)

(patriotic music)

Here you are, Sir.

Ah, look what the
cat's dragged in.

- Edmund.
- Err, Saunders,

be a good chap would you,

send the sommelier back?

This burgundy's really
rather thin stuff.

Of course.

Ooh, God.

Perhaps we'd be better off
with a good single malt?

Oh, so it's true then?

What's true?

This yarn Ross Cannon's
been spinning me

about my previously
impecunious little brother

placing a gargantuan
order with his distillery.

Two hundred gallons a
month I think he said.

Mungo shouldn't be discussing
my business affairs with you.

It's a private matter.

(dramatic music)

Except, dear boy,

he's one of my closest friends

and I damn well made
the introduction.

Not for personal
consumption then?

Hardly.

I wouldn't put
anything past you.

I'm getting my hands dirty

with a little import
and export, that's all.

Ross Cannon mentioned Bermuda.

Sounds like enough
whiskey to sink the place.

Edmund, it's all
perfectly above board.

Murky business more like

Much like that nonsense
with grandpapa's 'Rubens'.

Look, I'm just the middle man.

I buy at one price.

Crate up, ship out,
sell on at another.

What happens after it
reaches its destination,

well, that's someone
else's problem.

Hmm.

You'll be staying
for lunch, no doubt?

Hmm.

They have steak and kidney
pudding on a Thursday.

Ah. Why not?

I might even pick up the bill.

Wonders will never cease.

(Cecil laughs)

How's that fragrant
wife of yours?

Ah, still beavering away
at that hotel of hers.

You'll be planning to
summer there of course?

I hadn't thought to. Why?

Really, Cecil.

You're more of a fool
than I took you for.

That beautiful girl.

Those marvellous children.

If you paid even
the slightest heed

to the misery of
most men's marriages

you wouldn't be
swanning around here

eating nursery food.

(upbeat music)

(train whistles)

(train whistles and squeaks)

(whistle blows)

(engine whistles)

(chatter on platform)

Excuse me.

(slow piano music)

- Billy!
- Master Lucian,

good to see you, Sir.
- Good to see you too.

- BILLY: You look well, Sir.
- Thank you very much.

Just these?

Yes, there's another
one in the carriage.

Okay.

Thank you.

(whistle blows)

(train chuffs)

(horse whinnies)

(whistle blows)

I have to keep reminding myself

not to call you Master Lucian.
- Haha!

It really wouldn't
matter if you did, Billy.

I bet married life's
suiting you, isn't it, Sir?

Well...

All your... linen
and meals sorted.

Someone to chew the fat with.

- Oh yes?
- Devoted to your comfort.

Well, you seem rather
taken with the idea.

Oh, I am, Sir.

Only trouble is she
keeps refusing me.

Perhaps Miss March
is spoken for.

What about a local girl?

There must be some
pretty signorina or other

who's caught your eye?

I don't have time for that, Sir.

Me mam, and yours

have got me running round like
a blue arse fly these days.

How about you, Miss March?

You must have found a way to
keep busy ever since Lottie

went off to stay with
her grandparents.

I've been promoted,
Mr. Ainsworth.

Really, you've been promoted?

Assistant manager, no less.

(light music)

She'll be too grand
for the likes of me

before we know it.
(soft laughter)

DRIVER: Ha!

(horses trotting)

WAITER: And ice.

Thanks.

(carriage on gravel)

I'm sure everyone

meant to be here to
greet you, Mr. Ainsworth.

They're rushed off
their feet, that's all.

Yeah. They'll be rolling
out the red carpet

before you know it, Sir.

(light music)

Luce!

Luce! Oh, my darling!

I was so worried you might not make
your connections and here you are!

You might not make your
connections and here you are!

No, plain sailing the whole way.

The return of the prodigal.

I hope the fatted calf
has been slaughtered.

Stop it. The Kingsleys
are anxious to get going.

Of course. Darling, would
you give me one moment?

Of course, please, please.

Don't stay on my account.

This is your bill.

(telephone ringing)

Mr. Ainsworth.

(birds singing)

Billy's dad and me

never spent more
than one night apart

in nearly 28 years of marriage.

Well, they're not
the same as us Betty.

Yes, well, that as may
be, but men are men,

aren't they Paola, hey?

Whether they're born
with a silver spoon

or the taste of coal dust.

I would not have
trusted Albert Scanlon

to go to the shops at
the end of our street

on his own, haha,

let along go gallivanting
off to Italy.

Well, I'm sure Rose
has her reasons.

Oh Rose, I knew she were trouble
the minute I laid eyes on her.

That gormless pea and
the princess type,

that one is, and...

She's barely on nodding
terms with a square meal.

Oh, Mr. Ainsworth!

Betty, hello.

Welcome home, Sir.

My mother said that
you might be short

of a few things,
Darjeeling mainly.

BETTY: Ooh, and cocoa powder.

- Mmm.
- Cocoa powder.

You're a lifesaver. Thank you.

Oh dear. Was it
something I said?

Oh, well, the laundry
won't wait, Sir.

And Constance is
away for a lesson.

Your mother's arranged for
her to study bookkeeping.

Oh, Miss March's thirst
for self-improvement

is really quite something.

Is really quite
something. Yes.

She's learning Italian too Sir,

and passing on bits
to me and Billy.

So...

(Betty giggles)

(upbeat music)

(Mr. Ainsworth laughs)

(hammering)

I see.

So that's the famous
Signor Bonacini, is it?

Your new gentleman
builder friend?

He's hardly a friend, darling.

Well, he's hardly
a builder either

by the sounds of it, if
you've had to drag me

halfway across the continent
to look over those plans.

I didn't drag you.

It was your suggestion,
if I remember correctly.

Anyway,

what's the point in having
an architect in the family

if one can't make use of
his considerable talents?

Well, because I am
a junior architect

who barely gets to make
use of his own talents,

whether they are
considerable or not.

Oh darling, is it
really so dreary?

I'm designing guttering

for the suburban semi-detached.

Or, providing homes
for returned heroes.

Hmm.

Well, at least I won't have to

think about all that
for a little while.

I do hope you won't be bored.

You are silly not
bringing Rose with you.

Oh, as it happens
I've written to Nish

asking if he might join
me. I hope you don't mind?

Of course not. Nish
is always welcome.

And I thought it would be nice

to spend a little bit
of time with Alice,

assuming that you can spare her.

- Oh, she hasn't told you?
- No.

She has been invited
to a house party

on the other side of the border.

Lucinda Clifford,
do you remember her?

- She hasn't...
- Yes.

Well, I never.

I thought it would take a
well-directed Howitzer shell

to blow her out of this place.

I know! (laughs)

I do hope you like
all the changes.

I'm loving everything so far.

Afternoon. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Now, do you remember
the Ascot Suite?

I certainly do remember
the Ascot Suite.

Close your eyes.

- Really?
- Yes.

Because I want a big reveal.

Alright. Ooh.

Ta-dah!

My word. You have been busy!

(Bella giggles)

Well, I thought
it might be lovely

to have a space for
the younger people

to have some fun.

Well, quite right.

Away from their
disapproving mamas.

BELLA: Quite.

And err, and what's this?

Who painted this?

That's a local artist.

I think he's more used
to painting churches.

I was going to say it's a... it's
a tad dreary, don't you think?

It's a tad dreary,
don't you think?

Oh, well I've always found
Sisyphus rather inspiring.

Hmm. Poor old chap.

I think I know how he
feels myself sometimes

when I'm 12 hours
in at the office,

neck deep in some
God awful drudgery.

Oh, darling, really,
is it that dreary?

You haven't...

You haven't changed
your mind, have you,

when you asked me
to paint a landscape

to hang above the front desk?

Yes, of course.

No, I definitely still
want you to do that.

- Yes?
- You will always

be my favourite artist.

Thank you.

So this is why my room has
been turned into a suite?

Yes. I... bedrooms have all been

commandeered for the
guests, I'm afraid.

Alice is in exactly
the same boat

if that's any consolation.

Really, which room is she in?

Daddy's.

And what about Daddy?

I don't know.

We'll cross that bridge
if he comes, I suppose.

When he comes.

Oh, you do know that I
would've given you a suite

if Rose was with you, of course.

Of course.

You never did say why
she wasn't coming.

No. I didn't, did I?

(suspenseful music)

(church bells
chime) (city sounds)

LUCIAN: Dear Nish, I'm
sure that you are busy

with all sorts of happy
schemes and devilry,

but it would mean so much

to once again have
someone to confide in.

(emotive music)

Gian, Gian, please!

Ha! Your English lover.

Lucian was in Turin?

Mm-hmm.

He was changing
trains for Genoa.

He snaps his fingers

and looks for you
to come running.

(Gianluca sniffs)

Mmm.

You should go back to him.

And the privileges of your past.

I've got nothing
to offer you here

but poverty and pain.

I chose to come here

and I choose to stay, with you.

Then if you choose to remain,

you must do so with
your eyes open.

Four dead in protest
against government.

Now these people,
they were known to me.

This is no time to be undecided.

(Gianluca sighs)

(upbeat piano music)

(crickets chirping)

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Good evening.

Those are the Londsboroughs.

Those are the Londsboroughs.
Husband's a tyrant.

- Hmm.
- And Count Albani you know.

Mm-hmm. No sign of Roberto?

No, more's the pity.

No, I...

I'm doing my best to
avoid another proposal.

Or another bracelet.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

It's been burning a
hole in my pocket.

I suppose that's why
you're swanning off

I suppose that's why you're
swanning off to the south of France?

Oh no, that was Mummy's idea.

- Really?
- Hmm.

Go off, have some
fun sort of thing.

It's what Daddy's
been saying for years.

It's what Daddy's been saying for
years. Well, that must be nice.

All I get is 'Get
married. Do your duty.'

Has he thought about doing his?

Not as far as I know, the
little I've seen of him.

- What about mother?
- Happy as a lark without him.

Do you think we
ought to be worried?

That they spend so
much time apart?

Hmm.

I think I'd need a break
after 30 years of marriage

It's five months in my case.

Oh.

Anyway, I don't think
he'll be away much longer.

Not after the last
letter I sent him.

(upbeat music)

ALICE: Which means Daddy,

that the next
you'll hear from me

will be a postcard from
the beach at San Tropez.

You must imagine me lying
there drinking gin fizz

like it's going out of fashion

and having my face fanned

by a pack of swooning
Jacques and Jeans.

Although, I'm not entirely sure

I'll be able to
drag myself away,

given the new dishy
architect that Mummy's got

slaving away in the basement.

(Manners clears his throat)

What is it?

Mrs Drummond-Ward has sent
her card in, Mr Ainsworth.

She's asking if you're at home.

Tell her I'm, err,
dining at the club.

Very good, Sir.

Dishy. Please...

(Cecil scoffs)

(light music)

(party music)

Carlo, I hope you don't mind

but I've taken the liberty
of sitting you and Lucian

together to dine.

I thought it might
be more congenial

than dining on one's own.

Of course.

It's err, very nice
to see you again.

Good to see you, Lucian.

Alice.

Your wife is not with you?

No.

She finds the heat rather
debilitating I'm afraid.

Oh, of course.

Poor Rose.

Are you holidaying?

Yes. With a friend
and his family.

They have a villa off the coast.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

But I prefer to stay
here, for various reasons.

And what about
your son, Roberto?

Alice and I were just
remarking on his absence.

We have argued over politics.

That is a shame.

In Italy it's
becoming unavoidable.

Well then I shall
make sure to avoid it

at least until
after we have eaten.

Might I invite you to dine?

Of course, whenever
you're ready.

Bella, if I may...

I have been in correspondence

with a contact at the
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

who has received
certain intelligence

about a number of
visa applications

more than a month ago

on behalf of the
Green Travel Guide.

Is there no end to
your connections Carlo?

(Carlo laughs) I thought
you would like to know,

especially as the state
purpose of their visit

is to inspect tourist hotels
in Tuscany and Liguria,

at least those favoured
by the British.

Do you happen to have any
names or potential dates?

Unfortunately not.

But I will write to
request more information.

You really are our
guardian angel.

(party music)

I'm excited for you
to taste Betty's lamb.

(Carlo laughs)

(upbeat music)

(church bells ring)

(chatter)

BETTY: The Green
Travel Guide ma'am?

It's a sort of bible
in a manner of speaking

for anyone involved
in tourism or travel.

If you say so Mrs. Ainsworth.

Apparently they are
notoriously critical

of poor service, bad food,

and to cap it all,
it's anonymous.

Anonymous, ma'am?

Yes, that's right Constance.

We won't even know the
identity of the inspector.

Unless Count Albani makes good

with that list of
names, I suppose.

Well, I think we're
wise to assume

that any of our guests

could be the Green
Guide inspector

and we need to
redouble our efforts

to ensure that everyone's
stay is a complete success.

Begging your pardon ma'am...

Might this be a bad time

to have those workman
traipsing through my kitchen?

Oh Betty, have they
been bothering you?

Oh God no, it's the
germs and whatnot

that's coming into
contact with the food.

Oh goodness.

Well, you'll be pleased to hear

they may not be
working in the hotel

for very much longer.

(dramatic music)

(waves lapping, gulls crying)

(busy street sounds)

I can see you buying chicken.

Are you sure this is the
best place to buy sunglasses?

Well, this is where
Mother told me to come.

Ah...

She's not had any more trouble

with the, err,
authorities, has she?

Not since Carlo had a
quiet word last summer.

Mm-hmm.

Ever since father paid

a whopping great
bribe, you mean?

What gave you that idea?

I heard it from
the horse's mouth

at the club over drinks.

I wouldn't look too surprised.
It's the way things work here.

- You know that.
- I don't need a lecture

on the workings of
Italian bureaucracy.

I'm just surprised he
admitted it, that's all.

Gelato.

Uno per me signor.

VENDOR: Si, Signor.
Um, I actually think

Um, I actually think

he was just trying
to make the point

that I might have to
grease a few palms

to get ahead:

planning wallahs, local
bigwigs, that sort of thing.

Right, well, I think that is
a piece of fatherly advice

you can safely
discount. No thank you.

Come along.

(light music)

(city sounds)

(Cecil humming)

(knocking on door)

Come.

The Italian gentleman

is on the line
again, Mr. Ainsworth.

Manners! What did I tell you?!

He says he'll keep ringing back

until you speak to him, Sir.

Oh...

(clatter of plate)

Give it!

Now, look here Danioni,

what the devil is
all this about?

And a very good morning to
you too, Signor Ainsworth.

Never mind your impertinence!

I told you not to ring
unless it was urgent.

Well, I have a message
from our friends

across the Atlantic.

Oh, bugger.

Very well then, out with it.

They would like to have
a meeting face to face.

Perhaps they'd like
dinner at my club

while they're at it.

Signor Ainsworth, I forgot
your English humour.

I can't invite them to Boodle's!

It's they who are
inviting, not you.

Now, you listen here.

I don't care who they are.

I'm not dragging
my sorry carcass

all the way to Detroit!

Not even if Henry Ford gifts me

a million shares in
his motor company!

There is no need to do
that Signor Ainsworth.

Our associates,
they have taken over

at the casino here
in Santa Margherita.

Hmm?

Well, it's still an awful lot
of trouble and expense to go to.

That's funny.

It is exactly what the
last owner of the casino

said before he was
made to see reason.

I suggest you'd better take this
seriously, Signor Ainsworth.

(phone rings off) What?

What?

Danioni?

Danioni?

BETTY: These inspections

for them Green Travel Guides.

What about them?

Well, they're gonna mean

a heck of a lot more
work for all of us,

you see if I'm right.

Even without Her
Imperial Majesty

swanning off to Saint
Tropez. (laughs)

Billy, have we got
more sugar at the back?

- Are you even listening to me?
- Of course I am.

I just don't know what
you want me to say.

BETTY: I want you to say yes,
Betty, you're right Betty.

You always are, Betty.

(doors open)

Oh, not you again.

Stop making so much noise
and get back to work.

(workers laugh)

I have tried to tell
her we need more staff,

honest, I have.

BETTY: Well, please try again.

Well, she says she doesn't know

who she can trust
after Francesco.

I could have a dig around.

See if I can work out
who the inspector is.

You?

Yeah, I'm sharp
eyed. (Betty giggles)

And light-fingered.

I just thought I could
have a nosy when I'm...

fetching and carrying
for the guests,

see who's keeping score.

Well, don't go getting
into trouble, Billy.

Yes.

Remember last time, son.

Yes.

Keep your eyes
peeled for notebooks,

maybe typewriters,
stuff like that.

We all should.

- Mmm.
- Yes, Ma'am.

(soft music)

(kitchen staff laugh)

(party music)

BELLA: You had a question
for me Mr. Bertram?

Is there anywhere else

that you might recommend we eat?

Can't imagine wanting to dine

at the same table
for a whole week.

Ah. Well there's a
very decent restaurant

Well there's a very
decent restaurant

behind the beach in Paraggi,

err, but you mustn't tell
anyone here in the kitchen

that I recommended it.

I hardly think that's likely

to come up in conversation.

If there's anything else
I can help you with,

please don't hesitate.

Will you excuse me?

(background party music)

(car engine)

What on earth are you doing?

I need some air.

I can't breathe living at
grandmother's old house.

Well, you can't move back here.

You're a married woman now.

Oh, you'll catch
your death Rose.

When I don't feel stifled
I can think better.

Think about the state
of your marriage?

Mother!

Hester,

would you fetch one of
my shawls for Miss Rose?

From what I hear, you'll
be thinking all evening.

(piano music)

Luce. What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

Every time I ask
you what's going on

between you and Rose,

you look like there's been
a death in the family.

Because...

nothing's going on between
me and Rose, mother.

Absolutely nothing.

The whole thing's a train wreck.

It's an absolute fiasco.

Darling.

I told father that we
weren't well matched,

that Rose and I
aren't... sympathetic.

Surely it can't be that bad?

Can't be that bad mother? We
haven't, we haven't even...

You haven't even what?

We haven't been
properly intimate.

ROSE: That's not true!

There's no use to denying it.

How could you possibly
know a thing like that?

JULIA: I spoke with Mary.

My Mary?

She's my Mary, Rose.

And she told me that
there's no evidence of any

emissions when she sends
the sheets to the laundry.

How could you?

Very easily,

and I'm not the one who
doesn't seem to understand

that you can't have intercourse

if you don't share a bed.

Is he a homosexual, is that it?

Mother!

Well, there are plenty who are.

It's not that I don't
find her attractive.

It's rather that she's...

- What?
- She's completely terrified.

She's literally rigid with fear.

Oh well, it takes
everyone a little while

Oh well, it takes everyone a
little while to get the hang of it,

you know, at first, so...

I'm not a complete
novice, you know.

Oh, alright.

But I imagine that she is.

So you need to be tender,

careful, very
understanding obviously.

Don't you think that
I haven't tried that?

She starts crying

and that leads to
another migraine.

Oh gosh.

Do you think Julia
should have a word?

Alright.

I think that's a terrible idea.

JULIA: So what
precisely is the matter?

(Rose sobs)

Oh good grief.

Darling, if you like,
I could speak to her.

No.

I really think we ought to just

work through it ourselves.

Rose won't thank me for airing
our dirty laundry in public.

Of course.

(seagulls crying)

(Bella humming)

Oh, good morning Billy.

(Bella humming)

Oh Betty, Betty,
I nearly forgot.

A letter for you
came this morning.

That's me mum's handwriting.

So it is.

Well, I'll be sure to
pass on all of the news.

Just as soon as I've read it.

Sapphire?

No, sapphire, no.

Much more cobalto.

That's not cobalt.

Obviously it's a cornflower.

(Marco laughs)

What is cornflower in Italian?

- Fiordaliso.
- Fiordaliso.

So much more beautiful
in Italian than English.

I did love the meadow
where I found them.

I used to go there with
my mother as a child

to pick flowers.

But we could go
together sometime.

Yes.

This is the colour we
should use for the tiles.

Ah, well...

I've been meaning to
talk to you, Marco,

about the latest bill breakdown.

I know the last
estimate I sent to you

I know the last estimate I sent
to you for the plumbing work...

This is eye watering.

It was such a shock.

And I am truly sorry.

I have searched and
searched for another way.

Well, there is no other way

other than I postpone

until I can find the
money to afford it.

What about the spa and all
those wonderful treatments

and therapies you
have been dreaming of?

How can you abandon it now?

It's galling, but I'm
not going to abandon it.

I'm just going to postpone it.

And meantime, for a
man of your talents,

there are plenty of other
projects to work on.

There must be a queue
of clients waiting to...

I don't have any other clients.

None of them who
share my passion

for great design like you do.

That's very kind.

Listen, I have money set aside

from the sale of my practice.

I will work for nothing

until you have the
means to repay me.

Of course, I wouldn't
hear of that.

Give me a few days.

We will just have to come
up with another solution,

which we will.

For sure.

(soft piano music)
(people chattering)

(birds singing)

(triumphant music)

(laughter)

(waves lapping)

(pages flip)

This way to the terrace, Ma'am.

Thank you.

Hello.

Roll camera!

And... action!

(clapperboard snaps)

(Riviera music)

You say now you're gonna fix me.

You say that a
man is all I need.

I say honey, just leave me be...
- Claudine! Claudine!

You know I don't
like to be told...

(camera bulb flashes)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Ici! Ici!

MITCHELL: Cut. Cut!

Okay, take five everybody!

Scram! What's the
problem now, Mitchell?

What's the problem
now, Mitchell?

There's another
photographer in shot.

Ah damn it! I asked them nicely.

And I have asked you two nicely

and it's had roughly
the same effect.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

It means you're fooling
around with a guy

who's supposed to be engaged!

Now that's just a nasty rumour.

Well, the press aren't
gonna take it seriously

unless you two do.

Oh, don't walk away from me!

I don't like your tone.

And I don't like you

getting ideas
above your station!

Hmm.

Oh God, I preferred it
when they didn't talk.

Someone get me a drink
before we lose the light.

I need a drink!

(atmospheric music)

(clinking of cutlery)

(piano music)

(church bells sound)

(street chatter)

(motorbike in street)

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

You took your time.

I am awfully sorry madam.

But once again, Mr
Ainsworth is not at home.

We'll see about that.

Cecil, do stop this
foolish charade...

As I said, Mrs Drummond-Ward,

Mr. Ainsworth is not at home.

Where is he Manners?

I couldn't rightly say.

He was catching the boat
train from Charing Cross.

Yesterday. Six o'clock.

And when will he be back?

'See you in September, Manners.'

That was as much
as he said, Madam.

(dramatic music)

(glass smashes)

(telephone ringing)

Hotel Portofino?

CLAUDINE: Mrs Ainsworth?

Yes. This is Bella Ainsworth.

To whom am I speaking?

You may not remember me.

I stayed with you last summer,

using the name Turner.

Miss Pascal? Claudine?

- That's right.
- Of course I remember you!

That's such a relief.

How could I forget your...

kindness in my hour of need?

Well, it's my hour
of need now, honey.

Are you in trouble?

Some, kinda.

And I'm really hoping
you could help.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Claudine,
Claudine! Miss Pascal!

(bulbs flash)

(tense music)

(bulb flash)

(bulb flashes)

(bulbs flashing)

(people shouting)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshot, bulb flash)

(muttering)

GIANLUCA: Nish!

Nish.

He's the regional head
of the Fascist Party

and a friend of Mussolini's

since before his rise to power.

Good.

If you're really going
through with this, then...

then surely there's
a better place,

less exposed, less risky.

But the riskier it is

the louder it will
send a message.

That nowhere is safe.

Then there is this.

Eduardo Giaconelli.

NISH: And how will you do it?

(suspenseful music)

Nish...

Where did you get that?

His brother fought
the Austrians.

He brought it back from the war.

Is it live?

GIANLUCA: What would be
the point if it wasn't?

And if it doesn't?

Then there is this.

(Nish gasps)

Gianluca.

- NISH: Gian...
- It's a backup, nothing more.

I'm not asking you to use it.

(atmospheric music)

And now pet, I come to the part

that I have held off
from telling you.

FANNY: But which you
will quickly understand

is the true import
of this letter.

I have been told that
my health is failing.

Although in truth,

I do not need a doctor
to tell me that.

(upbeat music)

But we've discussed this.

Rotten fruit.

I know, darling.

I'm not asking you
to come to Genoa,

just to Santa Margherita.

But Constance can
keep you company

But Constance can keep you
company for the whole journey.

I don't understand why
you're so insistent.

Because I need her to learn
how to do the journey.

Why can't she learn
to do it on her own?

Well, because she'll
have the bank takings

and I don't want
her to be nervous.

Besides, it will give you
a chance to clear the air.

Oh, not that again.

Well, darling, really, we
are so ferociously busy.

I do need for us all
to... Good morning.

Good morning.

Pull together and get
along and make it all work.

Yes, but I need my mother

to forget about her
silly little hotel

just this once.

And... please mother, I
rarely ask for anything.

And if Constance is as
clever as you say she is,

she can be left in charge
for an hour or two.

Very well.

I shall go and give
her instructions now.

Why don't you ask
Lucian to go with her?

I'm sure he'll love that.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Ask Lucian to go where?

Ask Lucian to go where?

(train whistle) ALICE:
Oh, is that the train?

ALICE: Oh, is that the train?

Oh, I knew we were
going to be late!

(upbeat music)

- Oh mother!
- Darling, it's alright.

You go and get the ticket

and Billy and I will
bring up the rear

with the luggage, won't we?

Let me help you.
No, it's okay.

No, it's okay.

Honestly, thank you.

(whistle blows)

ALICE: Ah, Billy be careful.

Darling, are you excited?

I am.

I want you to have
the most fabulous time

in Saint Tropez.
- Oh, thank you.

Don't be mad at me.

Look who's here.

(train whistle)

(screeching of brakes)

Oh!

(sinister music)

(sinister music) Oh!

(dramatic music)

(train chuffs)

(whistle blows)

Long live prohibition.

(glasses clink) Salute.

My husband.

He has been away for some time.

Nine months.

- This isn't right.
- I don't give a fig.

- You're married.
- It's a charade.

Bella Ainsworth. How
good it is to see you.

Bathing beauty in hot water:

Claudine Pascal caught
with her co-star.

I've come to tell you
that this is my place.

(shouting) (gunshots)

(explosion)