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He startled me.

Then, on Renzo's behalf, I apologize.

Marco.

Constance, stop moving.

I'm only going on a walk, Paola.

Remember what I said.

You must not tell Vito about Tommy.

I'm not ashamed of him.

No one's saying you are, love.

But you think I should be ashamed of him.

You should lie.

Not lie, exactly.

Just omit a fact or two.

For now.

There'll be plenty of time for full disclosure if it gets that

far.

Don't worry.

Hunters.

These men, my love, they have nothing to do with Danione.

Oh, God.

Everyone in Portofino has something to do with Danione.

Not everyone.

Well, not you, perhaps.

But most people.

He gives money and power to many who admire them.

And terrorizes the rest.

The salsa rises.

Bread is cheap.

Trains run on time.

People learn to live with these little things.

Yes, but...

It's not the same country that I fell in love with.

Yes, but...

I'm still the same man you fell in love with.

I said, it's not the same.

Grazie.

Until your divorce comes through.

Cecil wants me to take the blame.

In court.

For the breakdown of our marriage.

To admit that I've been intimate with someone other than him.

But we have been intimate.

Yes, but to say so publicly.

To name names.

State times and places.

I mean, it's all so tawdry.

But I don't care what anyone else thinks.

But I have to care.

A divorced woman in Italy.

Darling, it doesn't even worth thinking about.

Then we should go to England.

Well, I don't think it would be very different there.

Besides...

This is where my life is now.

Then divorce him, but keep it secret.

If I could, I would.

But can you imagine all those thousands back home.

Reading about my disgrace.

In the newspaper over their toast and marmalade in the morning.

And then deciding that they're not quite so sure if they want

to go and stay in that woman's hotel.

I wonder what he's found.

Let me see.

Enzo.

What is it?

A dead rabbit.

It's a beautiful day.

Yes?

Very sunny for October.

I like your dress.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Vito.

I don't think I can go any further.

Are you tired?

No.

No.

I could walk to Genoa and back if I had to.

It's just...

I'm not sure continuing is a good idea.

I was persuaded to come walking with you against my better judgement.

You feel I've put pressure on you.

No.

No, it's just...

The likes of this...

It isn't for the likes of me.

You object to walking?

You know that's not what I meant.

Then tell me what you do mean.

Well, you don't know anything about me.

What's there to know?

Well, I'm not much one for posies.

I asked you to come walking because I want to know you

better.

At least let me get you a granita.

Come on.

Go on then, if you insist.

Hello.

Excuse me, I'm sorry, I don't have anything for you.

I'm sorry.

I hope you like lemon.

You can share mine.

Thanks.

And...

Lovely.

Very cooling, very sweet.

Poor like you, sweet like me.

You look flush.

Yes, well, picking mushrooms is hot work.

I'm glad to see you're focused on what's important at this critical

juncture in our lives.

They're for my father, Cecil.

I don't think you fully understand the jam I'm in, or perhaps

you don't care.

I won't be browbeaten by you.

I stand to lose everything.

I have to make a payment on this ghastly tax bill at

least 50% by the start of January.

And if I don't, well, I can wave goodbye to Knaresbrook for

sure.

May as well hand back the title while I'm at it.

I don't give a fig for your estate or your silly title.

They're your son's inheritance.

Well, thank you again.

I enjoyed myself.

I enjoyed myself too.

Then can I call on you again?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why do you say that?

He's mine.

The boy?

Tommy.

So you have a child?

But I've never been married.

Constance, I...

You don't have to say anything.

I've heard it all before.

I imagine it's ten times worse in a Catholic country like this,

and with the fascists in charge.

But while you and everyone else are judging me, you should know

this.

He is everything to me.

Mr. D'Agnoni.

You asked me to show you my license.

Leave it on the desk.

I'd rather not.

You'll get it back if everything's in order.

Don't worry, leave it on the desk.

You weren't at your office this morning.

You keep spying on me.

I was in the woods.

Collecting mushrooms.

Look.

I was lucky today.

If you want your license back, you should stop working for Mrs.

Hensworth.

Why?

Why?

I don't know if you're pretending not to understand, or what.

The English betrayed us after the war.

And now they come here and expect us to be grateful.

With their superior ways, their false morals.

Andrea.

We'll let you know.

Unlike you, Betty, not to be slaving away at the stove.

Ah, that's Salvatore's mother to thank for that.

She's banned me from cooking so much as a sausage for the

party.

So?

So what?

How was it with Vito?

I told him.

Told him what?

About Tommy.

What did you do that for, sweetheart?

Because.

Because he needed to know.

The less men know about most things, the better, in my experience.

What did he say?

Doesn't matter.

He's not coming back and that's an end to it.

Come on.

No one likes a critter, George.

I need to investigate the wine, sir.

I won't go up just yet.

Hey.

What?

What are you doing here?

I came to tell you that Danione probably knows about us.

Well, how can he?

I don't know, but I've thought of a way.

A way to stop his threats.

What are you doing?

To my dear Bella Ainsworth.

No, no, no.

Marco, get up.

I'm asking you to marry me.

I'm already married.

I know, but one day soon you may not be.

If we marry as soon as you're free to do so, then

I can protect you from that fascist scum.

And it will protect your reputation and the prospects of the hotel.

You'd rather stay married to him?

No, no, no.

Of course not.

Then what?

This is our chance to be together.

I'm just not sure about marriage.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Marco, I can't think about this now.

Please understand.

No.

I can't understand.

No.

Listen, listen.

Marco, Marco.

Isabella.

There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

Papa, can it wait?

I've got someone arriving.

I'd rather get it off my chest.

It's a memorandum of understanding between the two of us.

An understanding about what?

My intention to hand over ownership and the running of my business

to Emilia.

And your intention not to take legal action to prevent me.

But I can't believe you'd think such a thing necessary.

Then you won't mind signing?

Papa.

I would never go against your wishes.

I'd rather have it written down in black and white if you

don't mind.

Isabella.

I'm getting old.

My health isn't the best.

Papa, I'm sure you know what you're doing.

Emilia's very creative.

She'll bring new energy, ideas.

I sense her butt coming.

She's barely run a bath, let alone a business.

What am I supposed to do?

I was meant to hand it on to Ralph after she married

him.

But what with him having died, that's why they put paid to

that.

Look, I can show her the ropes.

Assuming my heart holds out for a year or two.

You're going to live a lot longer than that.

Besides, what option do I have if I want to keep it

all in the family?

You're so high and mighty these days, you can't be...

Oh, please, Papa.

You cannot be shaking hands with the Duchess one minute and then

getting your hands dirty with making money the next.

I get my hands dirty every day making money.

Look around you.

I'm talking about a real business, sweetheart, not a rich woman's plaything.

Father?

Father?

Will you excuse me?

Mother!

Darling, there's no need to raise your voice.

It's from the Contessa di Marzi.

Oh, yes, it's an invitation for us to call on her.

When?

Today at one o'clock.

Well, then we must get going if we want to have sufficient

time.

I can't, I can't.

But you must.

I can't speak Italian.

But I have Claudine Pascal arriving imminently.

You could see her at any time.

No, she's paying a fortune to hire the hotel for a party

to launch her new perfume.

Daddy!

Don't look at me, puppet.

This is important to me.

I need to get settled, and quickly, before news gets around of

your divorce.

No, no, darling, we can talk about that another time.

Claudine is our most loyal customer, and, well, she's my friend.

I am your daughter.

Say hello to the new love of my life, Bella Ainsworth.

Did you drive yourself all the way from Cairns?

Oh, it is lovely.

I've christened her Lulu.

Is she yours?

How splendid.

Not for banks, technically, but it's my name on the ownership papers.

Come on, I'll take you for a spin.

Oh, no, really, I'd best not.

Troubles, honey?

Like you wouldn't believe.

Go on, hop in.

I'll help you find a way to forget about them.

There's no point in having the keys to freedom if you can't

make use of them.

Uh, Mother?

Mother?

Useless.

Ah.

So you found it, then?

What is this place?

This is Mother's lab, or as I like to call it, her

new obsession.

What does she do here?

Well, have you tried any of the beauty products in your room?

A little of the body lotion, yes.

Well, this is where it comes from.

I was wondering if you would join me for lunch.

Oh, solids in the hours of daylight, darling.

But if you open a bottle of something, then I don't mind

watching.

I rather meant out for lunch.

Hm, that sounds more promising.

Do you remember the Contessa Di Marzi?

Well, she's invited us for one o'clock.

Us, darling?

Well, Mother and I, but she's rather lost her senses.

Hm, you've only just noticed.

I was hoping you might stand in.

I made a rule at an early age never to play second

fiddle to my sister.

Will Count Carlo be there with his manly demeanour and his soulful

eyes?

I imagine he might.

Then you'd better get ready, darling, and wear that dress we bought.

Show poor Carlo every single inch of what he's been missing.

Ha-ha-ha!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Ha-ha!

So lovely to see you again.

Thank you for collecting me.

MAN SINGS IN ITALIAN Oh, boy!

Salvatore!

Get off me!

What have I told you?

Not in my kitchen.

Now, skedaddle.

Go on.

Elisabetta.

No, don't open the door.

You'll ruin them.

You promised me.

I know.

I'm sorry I couldn't help myself.

Just a couple of cakes, love.

She can still say she cooked all the food for the party

herself.

Do you want to marry me or not, Salvatore Canepa?

Right.

Well, you can start by taking my side and stopping such a

cocco di mamma.

Uh, Count Albani...

..lui stai...

..ecchi? Uh, con...

..qui...

..qui con noi...

..oggi? You'd better speak English.

I wasn't aware that you did.

Then it was bold of you to come without your mother and

with so little Italian.

Yes, well, I was hoping that...

..that, um...

..Count Albani would be here to translate.

This is a lovely home that you have.

I'm a guest here, child, like you.

I don't live on a farm.

Oh.

So who owns it?

The count was left it by his uncle.

They shared a passion for horses.

Horses?

Carlo?

You see the worldly man of means that he's become, but I

see only the simple country boy he's always been.

You've known him since he was a boy?

My whole life.

Yes.

I know him.

Better than he knows himself.

Come.

I will play for you.

I see my sister has been intimidating you with her many talents.

Your...

..sister has certainly been trying to.

Allora vuole comprare lo stallone?

Speak English for our guest, Giovanna.

And, yes, I think about a horse.

Will you be joining us for lunch?

Sadly, I can't.

I only came here to check my sister wasn't taking advantage of

my absence to embarrass me.

I've told Mrs May Smith the truth.

Well, then I'm in no position to disabuse her.

For I must go back to the stables.

Ladies.

Perhaps...

..I can show them to you after you've eaten.

If you're prepared to risk getting a little muddy.

I'll take the chance.

Poor Carlo.

I truly believe he prefers the company of horses to humans.

Then why did you invite me?

To see you with my own eyes.

The proud and foolish young woman.

Who thinks herself too good for an Albani.

I don't think that now.

Nor that I ever did.

Ask him yourself.

I have given him plenty of encouragement.

Then it's your turn to suffer, child.

If I'd spent as much time on my books at Oxford as

I did the raising form, I might not have missed out on

a first-class honours degree.

Mmm.

Would you like to try?

Oh, no.

No, I don't think so.

Please.

They're social animals.

Like us.

It's important to reassure them.

Really, I'm not good with horses.

Then I'll show you how.

Now, you try.

You must show him that you love him.

Oh, oh!

I think...

this is not a good idea.

Please.

Be not safe in here.

You weren't so coy the last time.

I'm trying to preserve my sanity.

At the expense of mine.

Where have you been all this time?

I told you.

We suffered a bereavement.

Yes, your sister's husband, I know.

Joanna.

She needed me.

I needed you, too.

I thought I made my feelings clear.

You did.

You have.

But I have to be sure...

about my own feelings, too.

So do you.

Who am I?

Have feelings for me.

It doesn't matter.

I've come to believe we're not right for each other.

You see, this is where I'm happiest.

Here.

In this simple place.

Living the simple life.

And nothing about you is simple.

How did it go?

Scared the horses.

Horses are excellent judges of character.

They recognize a lustful obsession at first sight.

Rich woman's plaything.

Yes, I want to take that stupid memorandum of understanding, tear it

up, put it in the mushroom risotto, and feed it to you

in piece by little piece.

You could chop that up for David.

Now Cecil's got it while you're at it.

I could force-feed him my adultery.

And I hope he chokes on it.

And his liver would burst.

At least you'd get some decent frogger out of him.

Oh, perish the thought.

It's not even as if I mind him gifting the company to

Amelia.

That's fine.

I just want him to see you for who you are, for

what you've achieved.

Maybe this is your cue.

Stop worrying about how he'll react in the divorce.

You're right.

That's it.

But...

Look, every girl wants her daddy's approval.

You don't have to tell me, I would have tap-danced till

my feet bled for a kindly look from Papa Earl Dobbs.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Despite his ways, I do love my father.

Hmm.

And I loved mine.

That doesn't mean they get to control us.

I'm just having a silly wobble, that's all.

And what is there to wobble about?

Your sweet ass is about to be cushioned by a hundred thousand

pounds.

Do you think this means it's time to leave?

Hmm.

Do you have to rush off?

Well, I suppose not.

How about I take you dancing?

Dancing?

No, no, no, I've forgotten how to do that.

Ah!

It's the best I can do by way of an apology.

Don't make me beg.

It's lemon drizzle, Salvatore.

Mm-hmm.

It's what brought us together.

And, you know, making it, it was like an act of love.

English cake?

Italian lemon?

If you say so, love.

Mmm.

I just want your mother to like me.

She will love you.

As much as I love your cake.

Ah!

THEY LAUGH Mmm.

Oh!

This will do nicely.

But are you sure?

Yeah, it's got a bar, it's got a band, it's got a

dance floor.

But where can we find?

Well, a bodyguard and perhaps a large stake.

Ah, no, no, no.

Maybe they need protecting for us.

You know, we are modern, independent women.

Yes, you're right.

Let's go.

Hey, look at that.

Come on.

Whoo!

MUSIC CONTINUES Shall we get a drink?

Cheers, Coach, on the rise.

Ah, boy.

Oh, look at you, Bollingsworth.

I haven't danced like that in about 30 years.

Ready?

Cheers.

Yay.

Ah!

Ah!

Two more.

Two more?

Two more.

Cheers.

Ready for one more?

Come on!

Whoo!

Ah!

Whoo!

Hey, buddy.

Can we get two more?

Enough of that.

Buzz off, buddy.

She's not interested.

I'm so sorry.

That.

I usually get worse.

What do you mean?

Do men often talk to you like that?

You have no idea.

Well, then why do you go out?

What have I got to stay in for?

Well, what about that leading man of yours last year?

You both looked so glamorous and happy together last summer.

Hubert?

Yes, that was it.

Hubert.

Hubert went back to his fiancée.

He said I was...

too much, or...

too much.

That's impossible.

I know, right?

Oh.

Listen.

Don't feel too sorry for me, honey.

Poor old Hubert can't even get a bit part in the talking,

so...

Whereas you...

you are about to put your name on a bottle of perfume

that will be sold across the continent.

Make it a heap of money while I'm at it.

Should you ever want a man, you can get one like that.

I might just need a tip or two about how to hold

one down, though.

Want another drink, honey?

I...

I think I've...

I've had enough freedom for one night.

If you wouldn't mind, I would love you to drop me somewhere

on the way back.

Come on.

Wonderful, don't you?

Are you crazy?

Perhaps a little.

Come on.

Ineko.

You said we should be careful, and then you come at my

place after midnight.

I needed to speak to you.

You've already made yourself clear.

Marco.

I do.

I want to be with you.

I want to see how it could be between us.

But not before I've...

I've resolved the business with Cecil.

Then you do plan to divorce him?

Maybe.

I...

I don't know.

I'm confused.

So am I.

I just know I don't want to lose you.

So?

What happens now?

I think we could still see each other.

What do you mean?

As friends?

Yeah.

If you think that's possible.

For three months?

Or six?

Or however long it takes for you to decide.

No.

I...

I just need time.

Fine.

But don't take too long.

Because while you're making up your mind about what you want, I'll

be making mine up too.

Of course.

Close the door.

One more.

What are you doing here?

I waited up for you.

Well, that was unnecessary.

Well, you just vanished.

A puff of exhaust smoke.

I was worried about you.

It's a little late for that.

I was wondering when you'd pipe up.

You don't like it when the boot's on the other foot, do

you?

When your wife has a little fun, enjoys a little freedom.

Freedom.

You're wrong about that.

I just don't like you.

I think it's time for bed.

Just upstairs if you need me.

No idea why you seek out that woman's company.

I think she feels exactly the same way about you.

She's a bad influence on you.

Actually, she spent the entire evening trying to persuade me that divorcing

you would be a good idea.

No.

Did she succeed?

I know why you don't like her.

Why?

Because she can see straight through you.

Is that so?

It's only one o'clock, Betty.

I know.

I need plenty of time for last-minute alterations, love.

How many times did we measure you?

About a hundred.

So relax.

And be grateful.

I am grateful.

And I will relax.

Just as soon as I know it fits me.

It will fit.

I'll settle for not looking like mutton dressed as lamb.

It wasn't the most responsible thing to do.

It's just...

Well, look at you.

Under the regular clothes horse, honey.

This is my sister, Amelia Jackson.

This is my dear friend, Claudine Pascal.

Well, we can see you've got the fashion gene in the family.

Do you like it?

Like it?

I want to have babies with it.

It has to be Paris.

Bien sûr, darling.

A little boutique de vêtements on les rues des armoires.

In Aridism, all right.

You know the city.

It's mapped in my heart.

I'm going to leave you both to it.

You don't want to stay and discuss hemlines with us, Bella Ainsworth?

To pleat or not to pleat.

I have a risotto ai funghi I need to make.

Well, she's a hoot.

Yes, she's great fun, isn't she?

Not the sort of friend I imagined you having.

Well, she was just a guest at the hotel to begin with.

And then we became very mutually supportive.

And, um...

Yes.

Shame you can't be more supportive of me.

Why did you refuse to sign it?

Oh, I haven't.

I was just blindsided, that's all.

By him picking me over you?

By his refusal to see me as a businesswoman.

You said I couldn't even run a bath.

I said you'd never run a business before.

Amelia, I am delighted for you.

Truly, I am.

You're getting to do something in your own right.

Maybe I could help.

I could share my experience with you.

It could be a chance for us to be more supportive of

one another.

Better sisters, sir.

I think it's a little late for that.

I didn't expect there to be so many.

Everyone wants to see you.

What are you doing here?

He's a black shirt.

They're all over the place.

He's the same in every family.

Are you a black shirt?

That's many people in the village out.

Come on, let's get this over with.

Give her the cake, sweetheart.

Tell her what I said.

Salvatore, a knife.

A little heavy, but he used Italian lemons.

She says...

What?

What did she say?

She said it tasted fantastico.

Constance.

Please, Vito, leave me be.

I only want to talk to you.

What more is there to talk about?

I don't believe that we must be saints.

There are things I haven't told you.

Things I'm working through from my past.

I don't care about the past.

I don't worry too much about the future.

I only trust what I'm feeling now, and that is how much

I like you.

I like you too, Vito.

I like you too, Vito.

Hey, guys.

A drink?

There's a party here.

Come on.

Come on, you're welcome.

Come on.

There are many others in there.

Dear friends, I'm a simple man.

A little too simple.

Yes, a simple man who doesn't like to talk, so I'll be

brief.

First of all, I wanted to thank all of you for coming

here tonight.

And then I wanted to thank my mother, Maria, for having welcomed

my mother into our family.

But above all, I would like to thank my dear Betty for

making my life the happiest man's life.

Ma?

It's me.

Thank you.

Bella?

If you don't mind.

Oh, Papa, surely that can wait till later.

Well, now seems as good a time as any.

You don't think I'm being fair to you?

I never said that.

Ah, but you believe it.

Well, let me disabuse you of that notion.

I have been more than even-handed with you.

Positively liberal, I would say.

No one doubts it, George.

You've been extremely generous.

You have everything you could possibly dream of.

A title, a fancy castle back in England, this place.

And yet you seem to begrudge poor little Amelia her fair share.

Honestly.

There.

Was it so difficult?

Papa?

Hmm?

Cecil and I are getting a divorce.

You're what?

We're getting divorced.

Over my dead body!