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Sweet in the morning, Jane.

More coffee, Ma'am?

Ah, Luce.

Here's a telegram for you, darling.

Hm-mm.

Thank you.

Ah, Miss Jane, Miss Patricia.

How did you sleep?

Like Wee Willy Winky.

Dear Lucian, have decided to surprise you.

Stop.

Arriving first.

Stop.

Rose.

Stop.

P.S. Keep the bed warm, darling.

Stop.

Paola.

But that's, that's tomorrow.

You think I'm rushing things?

Well, you have only known him a week.

It, it does seem a little bit impulsive.

I have been on my own for five years.

And I am sick of it.

Well... he does seem rather...

- Rather what? - I was going to say vigorous.

He is.

But he's absolutely smitten with me.

Not to mention extremely rich.

His family own a castle in Lake Geneva with 30 bedrooms.

And have you spoken about Lottie?

Of course. I have been totally upfront with him.

He says he loves children, and he wants to have some of his own someday.

Darling, that's wonderful.

I'm going into this with my eyes open.

Yes. Come in.

- Yes. Come in. - Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.

There seems to be a problem downstairs.

Out with it, then.

Mr and Mrs Powell are at reception.

What? But Mr and Mrs Powell cancelled.

There's obviously been some sort of mix-up, Ma'am.

Um, should I... send them away?

No. Uh, put them in the drawing room.

Give them some tea and tell them I'll be down in a moment.

Yes, Ma'am.

Oh gosh, dear. Where will I put them?

Uh, just put them in Daddy's room.

But then where will we put him?

Well, bring him in here with you,

and I'll go and stay with Victor in his hotel.

- Oh, no. - Mummy, you are man and wife.

-It was you I was rather more worried about.

- I'm about to be. - Yes.

And besides, you did tell me to let my hair down.

Guilty as charged.

You look beautiful.

(Dramatic music)

What music do you like?

Constance.

Constance!

Constance, please, we have to talk about this.

There's no point.

How can you say that?

Because! Rose is coming.

Tomorrow.

We should forget it ever happened.

Oh, well, I can't do that.

And I don't believe you can either.

What choice do we have?

Constance.

Constance.

Hello.

Sorry to pounce. But could I use your telephone?

Yes, of course.

It's long distance, I'm afraid.

My agent's just arrived in Nice to clear up the mess.

Uh, please, do go ahead.

- You can charge it to my bill. - Oh, of course.

Oh, no need to go on my account.

Oh, no. There's someone I need to speak to.

Ah.

Darling, is everything alright between you and Constance?

I just went to go and check on her.

Danioni's left her feeling shaken.

She's having a delayed reaction to last night, that's all.

Ah. It's wonderful news about Rose.

- Isn't it? - I thought perhaps

I could find a moment to have a word with her if, if...

Well, um, I, I think I'd rather we just

sort of have a go at it, if that's all right with you?

Of course. Well... and about the other thing?

It's tonight. We have to move fast.

So, you found a safe place?

I have, but I think it's rather better if you don't know,

if that's alright.

Yes, of course.

Keep you posted.

- Ah, that was quick. - Hmm, short and not very sweet.

I'm either gonna have to haul my ass back

or get myself a lawyer.

- Oh dear. - Hmm.

I don't suppose you know one?

Well, uh, there... there's Signor Bruzzone in town,

but his English is somewhat limited.

And that's being generous.

I suppose I could ask Carlo to translate.

As long as you don't mind him...

Him knowing?

My life's an open book, Bella Ainsworth.

Right.

Ah, there he is. My favourite guest.

I think Miss Jane and Miss Patricia

will be most put out to hear you call me that.

I wondered if I might ask you a small favour.

Please, anything.

Albani, old boy.

- Are you ready? - Ready and willing.

Oh, where you dragging the poor man off to now?

Drinks, with Alice's fiance.

Can't you leave him in peace to finish his tea?

The third hand will stop the conversation flagging, won't it, Carlo?

Indeed, it will.

Well...

have you packed up your things from your room?

Uh, no. I believe, uh, Billy's doing that.

I hope the favour that you wish to ask of me,

it can wait a little longer?

Yes, of course.

Of course, I, I really should apologise.

Whatever for?

Well, for asking for your daughter's hand

without first seeking your permission.

Good Lord.

I'd have hardly dared withhold it, knowing her as I do.

Don't worry, old boy. We've all been there.

Hearts aflutter and all that.

I just didn't know a man could feel

so much for just one woman.

'He loves but little who can say and count in words

how much he loves.'

Is your mother Italian?

Hmm.

She's a Farnese.

It's a noble Roman family.

Although from a very, very distant branch, you understand?

And your father, French?

No. Um, he is Swiss,

but resident in Monaco.

Gosh. He must be frightfully well off.

We Swiss are notoriously private when it comes to money.

Ah, yes.

Well, I, I spent a very happy summer in the casino

at Monte Carlo. - Ah oui?

Yes. Yes. Spending a large chunk of my annual allowance,

- as I recall. - I'm never happy losing.

Do you gamble often, Victor?

- Does not every gentleman? - Good man.

You know, we should play a hand or two.

They're reopening the local casino.

Avec plaisir.

Ah, Danioni, co... come and meet my future son-in-law.

Uh, Victor Michel, Vincenzo Danioni.

- Bonjour. - Monsieur.

Danioni is what passes for the law in this town.

Uh, and I'm due to pay you a visit, I think.

Ah, at your convenience. Enjoy.

Bye.

Bubbles come here! Oh!

Bubbles! Somebody, help!

Quickly!

Is everything alright?

Argh! Argh.

- He bit me! - Oh, savage little beast!

Oh gosh. I shall fetch some first aid.

Do calm down, ladies.

Little beast. Get away. Back!

Billy!

- We need you. - What is it, Ma'am?

Miss Jane, Bubbles has bitten her on the finger.

Oh, must have been hungry.

No, Billy, this isn't funny.

He's drawn blood and he's destroyed her notebook.

Quickly grab something to catch him with.

He's hiding under the bed. - Um... a broom?

He's under the bed.

Under there.

Alright, oop.

Bubbles.

There's... a good boy.

Have you got him?

No, Ma'am, not quite yet.

Little sod. Bloody hell.

Stodgy, and sauce rather salty.

Fair to middling.

- Ooh. - Billy, he's making a run for it!

Oh, hi.

Captured.

Aren't you a marvel?

So brave.

Blooming cheek of it!

I have never been so insulted in all my life.

Betty, what on earth is the matter?

As if anything I cooked

could be described as fair to middling, Mrs Ainsworth?

- No. - It's that notebook, Ma'am.

The one the dog tore.

Billy thinks he saw a description of some of the meals in it.

The ones they've eaten here.

Do you mean a review?

Yes. And not at all positive.

So, you can wave goodbye to your five stars, by the sounds of it.

Let's not jump to any conclusions.

Miss Jane and Miss Patricia have been

extremely positive about your food.

This just goes to prove what we've all been suspecting.

We need to redouble our efforts... immediately.

I, I'm going to go look after the guests on the terrace

right now.

Venire, Paola.

Oh, Mr Ainsworth. You made me jump.

Sorry, Billy, I didn't mean to. I'm just anxious to get going.

We might have a long night ahead of us.

Yes, yes, I'm as keen to get going as you are.

Oh, I ought to tell you, uh, we might have our hands full.

This Gianluca fellow's told Nish to stay put.

Then why are we moving him, Sir?

Well, because there are people looking for him everywhere.

They might come back at any moment.

We need to find somewhere more safe for him.

You've somewhere in mind?

I do, Billy, I think we're going to enlist the help of Maria.

That's smart, Sir. Nobody'll look for him there.

That should hopefully give us enough time to figure out

what to do with him next.

This solarium is exquisite.

Have you seen, Cecil?

I'm a fan of a good solid wall, myself.

You must have been up day and night to finish these.

Yeah, but it was a pleasure. After our talk about Brunelleschi Lacan Le Corbusier,

I got carried away by my desire

to create something highly functional,

uh, modern, but also classically beautiful, you know?

Yes. That's exactly what you've achieved. You...

Oh, for God's sake.

I may not know about Corbusier,

but I do know that this solarium was my idea. Mine.

Did you study architecture, Mr Ainsworth?

- Don't be absurd. - So, what is it that you do, exactly?

And what is the next phase of execution, Marco?

Uh, we seek approval from the communal council

and the necessary permit. - Uh...

Of course.

I'll take care of that. Thank you.

I'll have a word with Danioni, darling,

see if I can, uh, smooth the way.

Do you really think that's a good idea, Cecil?

Oh, yes, I, uh...

I'll ask Billy to remove my suitcases from your bedroom

now that I've unpacked.

Marco, please wait.

I want to apologise for Cecil's behaviour.

Your plans, they were truly remarkable.

It's always the plans with you.

I warned you that if you took his money,

you would be in his debt.

No, no, no. I'm not in his debt.

He has no interest in our project.

Oh, please, he is free to do as he wants, to go where he wishes.

Well, I had no choice about that.

There is always a choice.

I cannot.

But I know that you feel something.

Yes, but still, not now.

And where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

- Elizabetta? - Yes?

Right.

Let's go and make peace with a piece of cake.

Two, two pieces.

Come on.

For, for you, yes.

Um, by, by way of an apology.

And, and to say thank you for the melanzana a la parmapagiana.

Hmm, hmm.

- Nice? - Hmm.

- No. - Ya, ya.

He says he has a gift for you also.

Oh?

Whoo, ah-ha-ha-ha!

Oh, goodness me!

Stop!

STATION MASTER: Portofino,

Portofino.

Excuse me.

- Lucian. - Ah...

Hello.

-Shall we? Hmm.

I was just thinking about the last time

you came to collect me.

Last year, with your mother.

Been a lot of water under the bridge since then.

Quite.

I ought to go and get your bags, I think.

- There's two cases. - Yes.

They still say Drummond-Ward, I'm afraid.

Yes.

Hmm.

Argh!

Have I come at a bad time?

What do you want?

Crikey, keep your hair on, old boy.

I've only come to show you these.

They're the proposed plans for my wife's new solarium.

I was hoping, uh, you might find a way to refuse

our planning permission.

What do you mean refusing?

Well, this architect chap, Bonacini, not up to scratch.

Be my excuse to give him the heave-ho.

Find someone more to my liking.

This will be a disappointment, no, I mean to your wife?

Possibly.

Well, I, I think I have a better idea.

- Oh? - Hmm. Let me show you.

It's only a few years ago that a woman in Italy...

uh...

here, listen.

'She requires her husband's permission

to buy property, to start a business

or even to carry out any financial transactions.'

I don't need a lesson in female suffrage, Danioni.

Sit. Just sit and listen.

The Italian government would like to bring back this law,

you know, to stop women entering the world of men

and keep them wives and mothers,

as, of course, they should be.

Why are you telling me this?

Because we can use this

to deny your wife the permission she so desires, initially.

- Initially? - Yeah.

I want it denied full stop.

No, just listen. We give her what she wants. Hmm?

She give us what we want.

And what is that, exactly?

Oh, the deeds to the Hotel Portofino.

So, we can finally, you know, how do you say, the, the...

wash clean, you know what I mean?

Launder?

Launder our profits.

Wait, you're telling me the only way my wife

can build her wretched solarium

is to hand over control of the hotel to me?

Precisely.

Ingenious.

Wait, what about Bonacini?

The whole point is to get rid of him.

Maybe Bonacini.

Just tell him if he doesn't stop pestering your wife,

my men will smash his filthy socialist skull in.

Oh, Rose, you've made it.

Yes.

Can't quite believe I made it on my own.

Yes, well... Oh, my mother sends her sincere apologies.

She's been caught up with something.

Oh, I completely understand.

Ah, Constance...

you remember my sister-in-law?

Of course, Ma'am.

It's a pleasure to have you back, Mrs Ainsworth.

Thank you.

Right, well, shall we show you to your room?

Yes.

- How've you been? - Very well. How was the journey?

Oh long, very long.

What the hell is wrong with you today?

You just shouted at me for half an hour.

I walk into your office, there's broken glass all over the floor.

What the devil is going on?

- I don't want to talk about it. - You don't want to talk about it?

I don't want to talk about it.

You're like a five-year-old.

- Boss. - What?

Oh, there you are, gentlemen.

You are a hard man to pin down, Cecil.

- Oh, yes? - Hmm.

Are we making progress?

Well, I've, I, I've written to Lord Ross Cannon

- about increasing supply, yes. - Oh, good.

But, um, I have to be honest with you, Mr Farr...

I, I mean, uh, uh, Lou.

Mungo will be busy with the grouse shooting season

for most of August, and... I, I shouldn't expect to reply much before September.

- -September? - Yes.

September.

Cecil, uh, you, you crack me up.

How can I put this?

Uh, I don't give a flying fig what season it is, alright?

You find a way to expedite our business

and get my employers what they want.

Or the grouse...

they won't be the only ones in a shooting season.

You catch my drift?

Yes, yes, I do.

Good. Glad we understand each other.

Oh, I almost forgot to give you these, huh?

You two are cordially invited to a gala evening at the casino.

So, you know, dress nice.

And, um, feel free to, uh, extend the invitation to any guests

you got staying at the hotel.

The richer the better.

Well, there is a, there is an American singer, movie star,

Miss Claudine Pascal. I think she would be perfect.

You mean that, uh, sweet piece of tail

from the Bathing Beauties flick?

- Exactly. - Claudine might answer to that description.

Yeah, I bet she would.

Ah, hey, Cecil, come here.

Alright, I want that broad at the casino, okay?

And I want her to do a number and I don't want to hear any more excuses.

You understand? - Yes.

Get out of here.

You goon. Are you trying to get me killed?

Why? You are doing him a favour.

I have as much chance of getting that ball breaker

to sing at his casino as I have of getting Ross Cannon to answer my letter

by next week.

Just relax, Signor Ainsworth.

You're asking me to relax?

Yes. That's what I'm telling you. Relax.

I didn't tell you, but I have an idea

where we can get more of what Farrino is asking for.

Yeah? So, calm down.

God give me strength.

Oh, Rose, how lovely to see you.

Oh, my dear, you do look well.

I do hope that Luce is helping you to settle in?

I was just coming to look for him.

Ah. I'm terribly sorry I wasn't there to greet you

at the station, my dear.

Well, you're always so frightfully busy.

Well, I do have one or two rather demanding guests

at the moment, it has to be said.

Well, I hope I won't be any trouble.

No, no, no. Of course, you won't.

You'll be quite the opposite. Keep Luce from under my feet.

Hasn't he been making himself useful

with your plans for the basement?

Oh, well I have an architect for that,

and I wouldn't really want to impose upon Luce's holidays.

And, and, and besides he's got,

got all sorts of manner of things on his plate.

I'm terribly sorry I couldn't put you in a larger suite, my dear.

Honestly, I don't mind.

Oh no, I don't suppose you do.

The cosier the better, perhaps, for newlyweds.

I'll go see if he's in the garden.

Oh, yes.

Oh, dear.

Lucian!

Lucian.

I think you should start a fresh bottle.

There's a little bit left.

- Goodnight, Mrs Wimpenny. - Thank you so much.

You're very welcome.

I think we need more candles.

Room for a little one?

Oh, no. All the tables are booked this evening, Cecil.

I'll dine with Carlo, then.

Er, not uninvited.

- Cecil, please, let him be. - Charming.

Why don't you make yourself useful

and go down into the cellar and get some French red.

Why?

Because Miss Jane would like some.

I bet she would.

Carlo, I wanted to apologise

for not being able to accommodate you on the terrace this evening.

I'm afraid I had to give the last table to Lucian

in honour of Rose's arrival.

I'm happy to eat Betty's food

whenever and wherever it is served.

That's very kind of you.

Good evening, darling.

- Good evening. - Bonsoir, Monsieur Michel.

I do hope that your drink with Victor wasn't too onerous?

Not at all.

Any first impressions?

Well...

I think it's only fair to savour a new flavour

for a little longer before pronouncing if it is palatable.

Very wise.

Before you go, you had a favour to ask me?

Oh no, Carlo, I really don't want to impose

on you any further. - Please Bella, please.

I have failed so far to supply the list of names I promised.

Let me make it up to you in some other way.

Very well.

Um, it was just to do a spot of translation

- on behalf of Claudine Pascal. - Of course.

It's a slightly delicate matter.

Oh, well, thank you for trusting me with it.

- Buon appetito. - Grazia.

Lucian.

Sorry.

- May I join you love birds? - Yes.

Um, why don't you take this chair?

If you like? - Thank you.

I'm just going to go and catch a word with the Bertrams.

We have so much to catch up on.

So, tell me, how his married life?

I'm not sure I'm much of an expert.

Oh, please, Rose, tell me everything.

It's been so long.

Well, tell me about Victor.

Oh, no, he can tell you about himself.

He's been waylaid by Carlo.

Will you stay in Portofino after you're married?

Oh, good heavens, no.

I can't imagine what my mother's going to get up to

without a sensible hand to rein her in.

Oh, that reminds me.

Please join us for communal exercise.

Main lawn, Friday, 8 AM.

It's compulsory, I'm afraid.

Victor?

Ma Cherie?

What were you talking to Carlo about?

Ah, I was just saying that every time I see you,

I have the same feeling as the first time I saw you.

Oh, you are too sweet.

- Please, join us. - Avec plaisir.

This is Rose. My sister-in-law. You remember?

Enchante.

Oh, tell us that story, that funny one?

No, it's like a joke. Second time is always less fun.

So... er...

I, uh, I hear you may have a spot of dinner for me, Betty.

Now that Tom, Dick and Harry have had their fill.

On the tray, Sir. Under the lid.

Anything I can help you with, Sir?

Yes, you can tell me where my wife is.

She's in the office, Mr Ainsworth.

And she said she had a telephone call to make.

At this hour?

Lucian?

Lucian.

Where is he?

- Where's, where's who? - Nish. Where have you taken him?

What makes you think I've taken him anywhere?

Billy Scanlon. He has friends in town, loose talk.

- He's somewhere safe, alright? - Nowhere is safe.

Well, certainly not with you. Is, is all this...

is this really necessary?

Oh, God.

A hovel, on your father's land? What were you thinking?

We only meant to hide him there for a night or two.

And it was the first place that Danioni looked.

Perhaps because you led him there.

Is he here?

Is he in the hotel? Good God, no.

Then where?

I can't tell you.

Please Lucian, you have to trust me.

Why on earth would I do a thing like that?

His escape is planned. The people are in place.

We have transport across the border.

I am his only chance of getting out of this.

This should be up to Nish to decide

whether he wants anything more to do with the likes of you.

Yes, yes.

At noon on the fifth at the gallery?

Lucian?

I look forward to it, too. Goodbye.

You didn't wake me.

Sorry, I thought you might need the sleep.

You've already eaten... without me.

I thought we could go swimming.

You could teach me like you're always threatening.

Oh, I'm, I'm going fishing... with Jonathan.

Hmm.

I am sorry.

I will make it up to you.

Promise.

CONSTANCE: Can I get you something, Ma'am?

Don't suppose you know how to swim?

My brother taught me when I was six.

Could you teach me?

Actually, forget I asked.

I, I'm sure you've got better things to do.

I could ask Mrs Ainsworth for an hour after lunch.

Grazie, Paola. Prego.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Bruzzone's read the contract. - And?

It's a stone cold bust. I'm in breach.

But surely there's some wiggle room.

If there is, I'll find it.

Bruzzone says I should claim I thought a verbal consent

was given for concurrent contractual undertaking.

So, in other words, you thought you had permission to come to Portofino

- for a prior professional engagement. - Exactly.

And blame my agent for the misunderstanding.

Oh, very clever.

What is this place?

- It's a vineyard. - I meant who does it belong to?

My cousin.

Oh, another one of your bloody cousins.

Why exactly have you brought me here?

To show you a solution.

You know, a solution to our supply problem

- with our friends in Detroit. - What?

Americans barely drink wine, Danioni.

It's hard liquor they're after.

And it's hard liquor they will get.

I'm sure you haven't heard of grappa, right?

I can't say I have, no.

Oh, it's the kind of brandy

made from what is left after the wine is made.

You want to try?

No point being here otherwise.

Bottoms up.

This? This is it?

Your brilliant master plan

to prevent me ending up with a bullet in the back of my head?

It's absolute filth, Danioni.

Leave the spirits.

And the strategising to the big boys.

Hmm?

Look at it. Lovely weather for fishing.

- We're ready, Sir. - So, where are we headed then?

Oh, just a quiet little spot we know.

- You can see over there there's a little bay. - Right.

Uh, it has quite a charming little area to fish from,

we can still catch the light. - Perfect.

- You alright? - Yeah.

There you go, you see the distance on that?

I think I might go for a wander.

Yeah, you go ahead.

I'm not leaving here until I've caught something.

No more bites and muddy puddles.

Billy, you seem to be a professional at this.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

You given me a wonky rod?

You're sure I won't step on anything?

A rock or two maybe.

No, no, I meant creatures.

You know, sea urchins and scorpion fish.

Scorpion fish?

Yes, I read about them in a book.

Well, I've been bathing here ages, Ma'am,

and I've never seen anything like that.

Besides, if I can get you swimming,

you won't much need worry about where you put your feet.

It's alright.

Imagine pulling through the water.

- Pulling. - Like this?

- That's right, that's right. - Am I doing it?

Kick your... kick.

Kick. Kick your legs.

Argh! Argh.

Kick your legs. That's right.

Nish?

Nish, it's Lucian.

Oh, Nish.

- Go. - Ha-ha.

Your brother is on the telephone, Sir.

Oh, God. What a perfect nuisance.

Your thrashing will have to wait.

Hello? Cecil?

Yes, Edmund, it's me.

This had better be urgent.

I'm playing Charles for a shilling a point.

Well, of course it's urgent.

I wouldn't be phoning from Italy if it wasn't.

You took my advice, then?

What? Oh, yes. I'm summering here.

Now listen, Edmund, I'm... I'm afraid I'm in a spot of bother.

What sort of bother?

Don't worry, I'm not asking for money.

It's this whiskey business.

I, I've got entangled with some, uh, Italian Americans.

Perhaps you know the type?

What do you want me to do about it?

I need you to telephone Ross Cannon.

In July? He won't like that.

Just get him to answer my damned letter, Edmund!

Unless you want to find me floating face down

in the harbour!

Good God.

I can see you learnt how to eat like a peasant as well.

Revolutions are not built on immaculate table manners.

Go on.

Still, you could slow down.

Nobody's going to fight you for it.

My body needs sustenance if my wound's going to heal.

And will it... heal?

The iodine helped.

But it's starting to... blacken around the edges.

I'm in and out of fever.

It doesn't look good.

Right, okay, well, um...

we'll have to get you out of here as soon as possible, then.

And how do you propose we do that?

You know, Gianluca's furious at me

for interfering without any kind of proper plan.

You were trying to protect me.

Now's the time for him to take charge.

Well, they'll be looking for him everywhere.

They'll be looking for me, too.

No, he's the bloody fool that got you into this mess in the first place.

He's the fool who'll get me out of it.

He knows this place like the back of his hands.

He has a network, resources.

Still, I don't, I don't trust him.

But I do.

Can we come again tomorrow?

You are very keen.

Well, I'd like to surprise my husband.

I know how much he loves all this.

I suppose I thought it might be a nice way to...

make us feel closer together.

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, might I have a look?

Hmm.

- My mother. - She's very beautiful.

Hmm.

Is this your brother?

My son... Tommy.

I best be getting back.

Mrs Ainsworth doesn't pay me to dawdle.

Don't you employ somebody to do that?

Yes, but they're all usefully occupied.

Then hire some extra staff, for goodness' sake.

Oh, well, if you have any recommendations of people

who aren't in the pocket of your fascist friend,

then please tell me.

- Danioni, you mean? - Yes.

Well, just as it happens, it was, um...

it was him I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, no. What's he done now?

Well, he's only... he's only gone and promise that Miss Pascal

will sing at this wretched gala evening at the casino.

Casino?

Yes. The one in, uh, one in Santa Margherita.

Remember that, um...

that business associate of mine I told you about?

Italian American. He's, um, put a bundle into reopening the place.

What do you think?

Don't ask me. Ask her.

What? Oh, God well, it...

that's just the thing. I don't, I don't think she likes me very much.

I wonder why?

Ask her for me, would you? Please?

And why would I do that?

Well, for one thing,

I think Danioni would consider it a tremendous favour,

which is no bad thing in light of our planning application.

And another...

I could make it decidedly worth your while.

Good morning.

It seems I may have stumbled across

your concurrent contractual undertaking.

Do tell.

Someone has nominated you to sing at a gala evening

for the reopening of the local casino.

- Someone? - Danioni, according to Cecil.

But it could be Cecil. I don't know who or what to believe anymore.

You think it's kosher?

It'll only take a phone call to find out.

Do you trust him, honey?

Cecil? Oh no, not for a minute.

Him and Danioni are definitely on manoeuvres.

But then again...

so am I.

No complaints?

Melanzane a la parmigiana.

-Si? Mm-hmm.

Ah, Betty, I was just going to come and find you.

Oh, well, saved you the trouble, Ma'am.

Miss Jane and Miss Patricia were in raptures

about your aubergine dish.

Not too salty or stodgy for them this time, Mrs Ainsworth?

Oh, come along.

- What did you need? - Oh, I was hoping to use the telephone to call home.

Yes, of course. Would you like to use it now?

Oh, gracious, no. In a, in a day or so.

I just want to check first if it were going to be a problem.

It's not a problem.

Is everything alright at home, Betty?

Oh, just a bit of a flap in the family, Ma'am.

Nothing I need bother you with.

- Are you quite sure? - Yes, Ma'am.

Where did you dig this chap out from?

Ah, he's my architect's nephew.

Well, he seems to be whipping them into shape.

Yes.

Oh, I do hope you don't feel excluded?

Oh no. No, I, I'm being lazy.

If my mother can manage it, I'm sure I could.

You do seem to manage most things.

I suppose I do.

Two left feet, darling.

Come along, everyone.

This is marvellous.

Billy, don't look so grumpy.

If I can do it, so can you.

Oh, Cecil, join in.

Preposterous, isn't it?

CONSTANCE: Just a little.

Signore.

Buongiorno.

Right?

- CONSTANCE: Oh. - Okay, turn.

You alright?

La bella donna.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Grazia.

Lucian.

It was a moment of madness.

It was the sanest thing I've ever done.

I can't go back to how it was before.

I wanted your advice on Rose, about addressing her...

fears about sex you mean?

Stay away from my wife.

Are you threatening me?

We got other ways we can take over the hotel.

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