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Raffaele, no.

No, stop, stop.

Nish, run!

No, no.

Anything else?

Well, there's the garden...

at the Abbey Cervara,

which is definitely worth a visit.

Uh...

they have the most wonderful

citrus trees, a-an orchard, it smells simply divine.

Goodness.

I'm so sorry. Would you excuse me for one moment?

Welcome.

Oh, Signor Danioni.

Signora Ainsworth.

- Gosh. - Yeah, I know. She's a beauty.

Well, corruption must be a very profitable business

in Portofino.

Come on.

Unfortunately, the lady's not mine.

Oh. So, what is the lady doing here?

She's giving me a lift.

And jolly decent to her, too, wouldn't you say?

Do you know the owner of the car?

Yes, a business associate of mine.

Pretty big wheel in these parts, eh, Danioni?

He is.

Ah, well, best not keep him waiting.

- Please. - Oh, thank you. Bye-bye dear.

Arrivederci.

Good Lord.

Ah.

Buon giorno. Prego.

The last time I visited an Italian casino,

some bandit robbed me blind of 20,000 Lira.

Let's hope our visit today will be more profitable.

- I'll drink to that. - Ah...

Age before beauty, old man.

Goodness gracious me.

What is it, Billy?

This photo.

What about it?

- Well, don't you recognise him? - No. Should I?

That's the bloke who gave Mr Sengupta the pamphlets.

The ones you hid under Lady Latchmere's bed?

Yes. Can you read it?

I'll give it a go.

Bombaroli... um, police hunt bombers in Turin, maybe,

and something about an assassination attempt.

Un ten-tato assass-in-io.

Assassination. Oh, that's not good then.

No.

What do you want?

No, no, no. It's alright, it's alright.

You cut me again, you klutz,

and it won't be me who's bleeding.

You understand? Capiche?

Gentlemen, welcome to paradise.

Huh? Let show you around. Come on.

How's the-how's the car, come pick you up okay?

Uh, very nice.

- Yeah? - Yes.

Pretty nice, huh, you know how much that cost me?

I'm not gonna tell you. It's gonna make you blush.

Something else, huh?

Sure beats Detroit, huh?

Oh, are you, are you a native of that great metropolis, Mr Farrino?

Cecil, I told you, huh, you call me Lou.

But yeah, yeah, I was born and raised in Hamtramck,

though, my folks, they're from Syracuse,

which, uh, makes me a proper guinea, don't it, Danioni?

Yeah, a true Italian.

Well, uh, Lou, you...

you certainly seem to be spending a pretty penny

on the place.

Er, well, you're too kind, but, uh, no, no, it's not me.

Please. I represent the interest of certain, uh,

business people back home in Motor City.

Ah, of course.

Yeah. You gotta, you gotta spend a little to make a little.

Ain't that what they say?

- Sounds familiar. - Yeah.

So, gentlemen, to business.

Now, my employers,

they've instructed me to pass on their heartfelt thanks

for the part that you have played in establishing links

- to the Ross Cannon Distillery. - Oh.

So happy are they in fact,

that they would like to propose an expansion... forthwith.

Uh, by, by, by how much, exactly?

Tenfold. A hundred, you name it.

America is dry, gentlemen, and America is thirsty.

I'm telling you, there is unlimited demand

for whiskey as downright drinkable as this one.

Err, Ross Cannons is a... is a cottage industry.

I'm not sure they could manage 1,000 gallons a month,

let alone... 20.

Hmm.

Well...

just find someone who can.

Yeah.

But don't, don't we rather risk drawing attention to ourselves

with the Canadian Coast Guard and the US Border Authority?

Well...

that's not really for you to worry about now, is it, Cecil?

But I appreciate your concern. I tell you what,

we will pay a dollar above the agreed price

for every bottle that we manage to import.

And that, my friend, is a very generous offer.

I don't like being disappointed, Cecil.

- -You bring me good news. - Yes.

Come on.

Don't smile at me, move a little faster.

Tell me you have a bright idea.

Pick that up, come on. Where is everybody, huh?

Thank you so much.

Oh, thank you, darling.

- Are you having fun, Barton? - Yeah.

This recipe that Mrs Ainsworth gave me for melan... melan...

Zane.

Melanzane a la...

ah, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, love.

Parmigiana.

Melanzane a la parmi-whatsit, I, I can't make head nor tail of it.

- Can I help? - Oh.

I'm just hot and bothered. I think I will step outside,

get a breath of fresh air before we make a start.

Parmigiana de melanz...

Oh, I wanted to apologise... for last night.

I took the most unpardonable liberty.

I didn't come to talk about that.

- Well, who gave you that? - Billy found it.

I've done my best to make out what it says.

One of the guards was injured and the bombers have escaped.

Well, I'll be damned. Who would've thought it?

- Billy was worried, Sir. - Sir?

I rather think we're at the point

where you might call me Lucian, Constance.

Billy was worried, Lucian, that Mr Sengupta,

that he might have got himself involved in something.

Nish? No, you can't...

you can't possibly think that he's...

I don't know what to think.

Hey, hey! What are you doing?

Are you stealing my cutlery again?

Turn out your pockets!

Oh, you Italians with your horse meat

and, and your silly coffees!

Peacock!

What, is, is he badmouthing me, Paola?

Out. I want you out of my kitchen.

What is the matter, Betty?

He is a thief.

What's all the fuss about?

A misunderstanding.

Here you go, Ma.

Will you be alright, Betty?

I'll be fine.

Just give me a minute.

Oh...

Paola?

Si?

Did you do this?

Not me.

Oh.

Paola.

You know, I never met a man in trade who I liked.

Well, who has?

I'm not even sure if they like themselves.

My point is, pay no heed to the doom mongers.

The sky is the limit for the market.

You sound awfully bullish.

Better a bull than a bear, old man.

Gentlemen, I'm terribly sorry.

Might I ask you to move indoors?

Whatever for?

Uh, we've had a complaint about the noise

from one of the guests. Poor Miss Dodsworth is trying to sleep.

I ought to be turning in anyway.

Oh, well goodnight, old boy.

- Yes, goodnight. - I am sorry.

Goodnight.

What are you doing?

The bloody cheek of it!

It's very late.

That fellow was giving me some very useful tips on stocks.

- You fetid little busybodies. - Shh, they're listening.

Come on, they're a couple of nobodies.

Nobodies who might very well

be working for one of the most influential

and respected tourist guides.

You're sure it's them?

No, not entirely.

But, Cecil, a bad review could ruin us.

And I'm not prepared to take the risk

to indulge your appetites.

My appetites?

What, give me my whiskey back.

Um, oh, right.

Cecil, I've been thinking about what you've said, by the way.

Any particular bit?

Um, about being more ambitious.

Oh, yes?

Whatever happened to don't lecture me?'

Oh, well, if you're going to be petty, then I'm really not...

Oh Bella, please, for God's sake, I'm sorry.

Come and sit down.

Did you really mean what you said about...

about paying for everything?

Yes, I-I meant every word.

Then, I may need to take you up on your peace offering.

What?

Darling, this-this is absolutely wonderful.

Heddon knows this chap in London who you did the rebuild

at the Royal Corinthian... - Oh, no, no, Cecil,

I don't want any of your British blow-ins. No.

It has to Bonacini.

- Really? - Yes, he's the man for the job.

Danioni implied he was a pinko.

Well, that's recommendation enough for me.

Are you sure he's up to it?

- Up to it? - Yeah.

He ran one of the biggest architectural companies in Milan for years.

- He came highly recommended. - And then what's he doing

hanging around here, aside from the obvious?

Well, he wanted a quieter life.

- You see, he's an artist. - You mean he couldn't hack it.

He's extremely passionate about what he does. He's very committed.

And if you spent a moment with him, you'd see his genius.

Really.

I hazard you've been spending rather longer

in his company than that.

It's him or no one.

Goodnight.

- Buon giorno. - Buon giorno.

Morning.

Bellisima, Giornata.

Uh, in English please.

Henry...

stop.

Expect... my phone call...

at 9PM

on the first of the month.

Stop.

Bella.

Grazie.

Oh, buon giorno.

Signora Ainsworth.

You have a minute?

Because I'm, uh, expecting a visit from your friend.

Should be here actually any time.

Signor Bonacini?

Ah, my architect. Yes.

Uh...

He's your architect?

- Yes. - Ah.

Anyway, that's what your husband told me.

Cecil?

Yeah, Cecil.

We were talking and actually he was informing me

about your plans to...

how you say to, that you want to make

bigger your hotel, right? - The extension.

-Yeah. -Why would Cecil be discussing this with you?

Simply because you will require a permit.

Oh yes, of course. Silly me.

Um, and no doubt it will be your office

that has to issue that permit

at terrific additional expense.

You are comfortingly consistent.

- Mr Ainsworth. - Billy.

What can I do you for?

You can, uh... you can come with me for a moment.

Right, to start I'd like you to tell me

what you know about this.

I don't know nowt about it, Sir.

I just recognised this face, that's all.

You know who he is, don't you, Billy?

No. Not especially.

You know people in town who might, though.

Happen I do.

Right, well then, I would like you to ask them about this for me.

And about Mr Sengupta, specifically.

Okay.

Hey.

I need you to take me to Antonio.

- Looking for this guy. - I know where he is.

Yeah? We can go now?

- Now? - Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, I can't help feeling slightly concerned about

what you've dragged me into, Danioni.

What I have dragged you into?

That's what I said. Yes.

So, let me understand.

You are saying that it was my idea

to sell this to the Americans, right?

That's what you're saying.

Alright. That was me.

But you're the one who made such a bloody song and dance

about your connections over there.

Well, tell me, what did you expect, Signor Ainsworth?

Well, not a powdered thug like Farrino.

Maybe, I pretend to send the necessary letters.

Make the necessary calls.

We come back in a week or two and say, sorry, no, can do.

But, we'd love to continue our current arrangement.

Wait a moment.

And listen carefully, Signor Ainsworth.

That would be really foolish.

These are not people to say no to.

I'm a respectable man, Danioni.

I can't have rivers of dirty money sloshing through my affairs.

Unlike your friends in the mob,

I don't have a casino to launder it through.

But you do own a hotel.

- What? - Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just under half a hotel, strictly speaking.

And there's no way I can slip something like that past my wife.

Then you should make her see sense.

Oh? And how do you propose I do that?

Well, the same way that every other man

gets his wife to do what he wants.

Find a way.

Oh, go on then, tell her what you told me.

Mr Sengupta, he were involved.

Well, he was more than involved. He was caught up in the blast.

They say he's injured.

Where is he? In Turin?

- They smuggled him out. - To where?

My friend heard a whisper it's close by.

Do you know the place?

I've been rabbiting there.

Could-would you come with us, please?

He-he might need medical attention.

-I can ask. -No, please don't. Nobody else can know.

Tomorrow is my day off.

Alright, we'll go first thing, when everybody's at church.

Alright?

Lucian... I'm sorry.

Good morning.

Buon giorno.

Signor Bonacini.

What are you doing here?

I thought to join you at church.

Ah. I thought you didn't believe.

I could say the same of you.

Ah, yes. But I have to accompany my guests.

And to keep up appearances?

No. Why?

Are you concerned with keeping up appearances?

No. I am only concerned to find a way

to see you on a Sunday.

And you will be excited to know

I've been working all night on a design for your solarium.

Tell me more.

Count Albani.

Buon giorno.

Signor Bonacini.

- Carlo. - Good morning, Bella.

Would not expect to see you here on Sunday.

Um, I promised Signora Ainsworth I would help her with, uh...

her vermin problem. - Yes.

We do not want these ruffians to upset your English ladies.

Will you excuse me?

- Good morning, ladies. - Signor Bonacini.

He's here a lot.

Yes. We have an enormous undertaking.

He's the architect.

Hmm. Even so, people will talk.

Come, Carlo, people always talk.

Shall we?

You alright?

I thought when you said you were sure about this, Billy.

I were.

So, what now?

Well, we search the vicinity, I suppose.

Lucian?

Oh, my God, Nish.

Oh, my God.

Well, there is bread. And hard biscuits.

And there's a tin of sardines in there. Oh, we have grapes.

And these I managed to... steal from my father.

Well, your wardrobe has certainly taken a dive

since I last saw you.

I take my sartorial cues from you.

Is that what you've been doing in Turin, is it,

you've been learning to dress like a peasant?

No, no.

I've learned to speak and act like one too.

Well, think of your poor father. All that money he wasted

trying to get you to act like an English gentleman.

Still, better an Italian peasant than an Indian, God forbid.

How's he doing?

I'm no expert, but it doesn't look good.

- Some water, please. - Yeah.

He seems to think he's got a bad concussion and a burst ear drum.

And he says a number of his ribs may be broken.

Thank you.

And there's that wound on his leg that...

well, it just doesn't smell right.

Got off lightly then, I'd say.

What is this place?

Well, the land belongs to that other fellow's father.

Bruzzone, he's called.

If you know that, they will.

He can't stay here.

Your mum thinks that knife's stolen.

She thinks Salvatore took it.

Well... I'll put it back when we go home.

Can you say how it happened? How you...

got into this God-awful mess?

I followed my heart, Lucian, and not my head.

I don't think it was your heart you were following.

It's this Gianluca fellow.

They're one and the same.

Hmm.

I'm not sure that I catch your drift.

I love him, Lucian.

And he loves me.

Well, I love you. I love you. I love you very much.

- But I would never put your life... - It's not the same.

Right.

How long have you felt like that?

Ever since I can remember.

And you didn't think to mention it or...?

Because I knew...

it would mean the end of our friendship.

You should go...

and not come back.

I don't want you and the others involved in this.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

Friends don't abandon other friends.

Not under any circumstances.

You taught me that.

You can't touch that.

You can't put a knife there...

Ma'am.

You gave me a fright.

Where have you been?

Uh, just...

out for a ramble, Mrs Ainsworth.

Billy, you can't just wander off whenever you feel like it.

Sorry, Ma'am.

I have been moving the Dodsworth sisters.

They're unhappy with their room. It's too noisy.

Why's that not a surprise?

So, if you could take their suitcases and exchange them with Lucian's.

Right away.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

Please, don't mind me.

I'm sorry I haven't dressed yet for dinner.

I've had a beast of a day.

I thought I might fix myself a drink first.

Sounds an excellent idea.

Please.

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

It's a reasonable assumption.

I- I guess I'm a little...

oversensitive about travelling with my mother.

So, what's your story?

Well, my mother owns the place.

And I've had to run away from my wife

so that I can holiday here.

In reality, I'm just as tied to the apron strings as you are.

You're on your own here then?

I did write to a friend to see if he might join me, but he's...

been caught up in something. He couldn't make it.

I served in the Royal Warwickshires, by the way.

Seeing as you asked.

Green Howards. Like my father.

Hmm.

Say, that doesn't stop you from, uh, from swimming, does it?

Uh, I can still manage that.

Well, what do you say about a boat trip?

You and me.

Maybe we could go fishing see if we can't both get away

from our mothers for a little while.

Alright.

These photographer fellows, Ma'am,

- they've been getting restless. - Right.

Which is why I didn't open the gates this morning.

Ah.

Open the gates, Signora Ainsworth.

Signor Danioni.

I'm not sure I can oblige you without a good reason.

I'm authorised to take any steps to apprehend those responsible

for the recent bombing in Turin,

including the search of any property

where I have the reason to believe they may be hiding.

What makes you think they're here?

This is Gianluca Bruzzone, Sir.

A native of Portofino.

We have intelligence that suggests

he has returned to the area with his associate, Anish Sengupta,

an Indian national,

who is well known to be a friend of the Ainsworth family, right?

I'm sure this is a misunderstanding.

A simple telephone call to Senator Cavana will sort it out.

I'm pretty sure, Sir,

the senator will not wish to have his name

associated with an attempt to block a legitimate investigation

into terrorist attack against the Italian state.

- Here. - Billy, open up the gate.

We have absolutely nothing to hide.

Right.

Do follow me. Come along.

Everything to your satisfaction?

Yes, Signora Ainsworth.

So pleased.

Well, shall we have a word?

You, Constance, Billy. I saw you all.

For heaven's sake. We only went for a walk.

Oh... don't you dare lie to me.

Alright, well, we did. We went to go and see Nish.

We took him a few things just to make sure that he was alright.

How could you possibly,

when you know what I have been through

with your authorities and that awful little man.

Nish is my oldest friend.

I'm not about to abandon him now when he's in a bad way.

Well, what's happened to him? Is he injured?

Well, he was caught up in the blast.

He is putting a brave face on it, but he is seriously injured.

What in God's name was he thinking?

I have no idea. As far as I'm concerned, he's a pacifist.

Oh, my apologies, Mrs Ainsworth.

Oh no, you don't young lady, in you come.

It's alright, it's alright, Miss March.

Apparently, my mother already knows about our little escapade,

so you may as well just tell her

whatever you came in here to tell me.

I heard Mr Danioni speaking to a police officer

telling him to keep us under surveillance.

Us? Did he-did he say who in particular?

The boy. It might have been the youth.

Right. Well, that's Billy then.

So that means I can't take him with me if I go again tonight.

- Tonight? - They're starting a manhunt, Sir.

I don't think we have much of a choice. Nish could lose his leg.

Nish could die unless we do something quickly.

I should go.

- They won't suspect me. - Absolutely not.

I can't possibly allow that.

I'll go.

There's nothing else for it.

And, Luce, you'll just have to show me the way.

Oh.

Luce. Come on.

Let's get this over and done with.

Luce, would you fetch me the iodine and the cotton dressings

from my bag?

Nish, you really have made a mess of yourself, haven't you?

Hmm. I've made a mess of everything.

You must think me a dreadful fool.

I don't know what to think.

I suppose you must have had your reasons, but...

I'm sure I did.

Although they hardly make sense to me now.

Hush now.

You need to rest.

There'll be plenty of time for talking once you're on the mend.

Thank you.

I need you to brace yourself. It's going to be very painful.

Mrs Ainsworth!

- Constance! - What are you doing here?

It's the police. They followed you.

Right, we have to move him somehow.

- There isn't time. - Then hide, hide.

They must have seen us leave the house.

Ah, no, no, no, no.

They'll be far more suspicious if they don't find anyone here.

I've got an idea.

- -Take him into the corner. - Yep.

- Who is that? - Hey.

Oh-ho.

Signor Ainsworth.

Well, well.

Danioni, look, I know that we are trespassing,

but I can explain everything.

Well, I don't think there is anything to explain,

Signor Ainsworth. I see what is occurring.

No, no. I know what this looks like,

but I can assure you it's not that.

- No? - No.

Come on, Signor Ainsworth.

We are men of the war, huh?

You know what,

if I had decided to have an affair with a servant,

I also will bring her here in darkness.

Well, that's jolly decent of you.

Um...

I only hope I haven't put you to any trouble.

No.

It's not you who has given me any trouble.

I'm so sorry.

Now, before I leave...

you promise that you'll keep enjoying.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

No, you have to promise.

- We promise. - Ah, okay.

Right.

Hmm.

Move him back onto the bed. Come on.

- In you go. - Thank you.

You poor girl. You must be exhausted.

I hope... I hope Mr Ainsworth is alright.

Oh, yes.

You forget he survived a war.

He's tougher than he looks.

I just... I wish he'd come back with us.

Well, he had to stay to...

try to persuade Mr Sengupta to move,

and to decide where to, I suppose.

Not at the hotel then, Ma'am?

Oh no, there's too many prying eyes here.

And remember, there's the press at the gate.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight. Constance, I...

I did want to apologise for putting you in that predicament.

It's all I could think of on the spot.

Oh, no, it's, it's alright, Ma'am. It did the job.

Well, nonetheless, you were very brave throughout.

Thank you.

- -Goodnight then. - Sleep well.

Oh, Cecil!

Can you keep the music down? People are trying to sleep.

Darling, there you are.

I was beginning to think you'd done a runner.

Come on in and have a drink. - No, no, no, Cecil.

No more of your schemes. I... - Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.

- I am too tired, really. - Too tired to say hello to me, mummy?

Oh, my darling.

I wasn't expecting you back until Wednesday?

Oh, I couldn't stay away that long.

There is someone I am desperate for you to meet.

Victor? - Mm-hmm.

This is my mother, Bella Ainsworth.

Bonsoir.

Enchante.

Hello. Welcome.

I see now where your daughter gets her beauty.

Oh.

Mummy, this is Victor. Victor Michel.

My fiance.

Oh my...

I wanted to, um...

No, I, I...

I want to see it.

You shouldn't be ashamed.

You should be proud.

Constance, please. We have to talk about this.

Rose is coming.

Do you trust him, honey?

Cecil? Oh no, not for a minute.

Where is he?

- Where's, where's who? - Nish.

Just get him to answer my damned letter, Edmond.

Unless you want to find me floating face down in the harbour!

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