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Hello.

Things must be bad if you're in the office at six in

the morning.

Look, there's no way to sugarcoat it.

The market's dropped a quarter.

Twenty-five percent.

In two days.

You're more exposed than that.

Your portfolio's dropped two-fifths of its value over the last week.

Jesus Christ, Randall.

And my father-in-law?

Pretty much the same.

You promised to look after our money, to treat it like it

was your own.

Well, I did.

My losses are as big as yours.

So what happened to you being the wisest man on Wall Street?

There are no wise men on Wall Street after today.

Then what's your advice, maestro?

Do nothing.

Write it up.

Write it out?

That's what I'm paying you two cents on the dollar for, is

it?

To do precisely nothing?

We need to keep our heads.

And while we wait?

We tighten our belts.

Just how tight are we talking?

Can't afford to give you Nellie's wedding dowry, now at least.

Lucky you cashed out all that stock.

Randall.

That was supposed to be for my divorce.

Then think about staying married.

Tell me you're joking.

Not now, I'm busy.

What's about Nielsen, sir?

He just jumped from the eighth floor.

What is it?

What is it, man?

Um, I can't talk.

I'll call you later.

Randall?

Randall!

How is the old fellow?

Sleeping.

You didn't have to call the doctor out again in the night?

No, no, no.

The sedatives worked this time.

Right.

They're still sure it was a heart attack?

Yes.

A minor one.

Right.

Could I see him for a moment?

Cecil, I'm not going to let you anywhere near him.

I have to find out if he wants to sit tight or

cut his losses.

How much does he stand to lose?

About two-fifths at the moment.

Two-fifths of what?

Fifty thousand, give or take.

Oh, my Cecil.

I don't...

How could he have let you drag him into this?

I didn't have to drag him anywhere.

He was banging the door down to get involved.

It's not my fault.

What about you?

Me?

I stand to lose a good deal more.

So the divorce settled?

I have to wait, see what happens with the market, and then

find out what I can still afford.

I'm sorry.

Please.

You couldn't find a side saddle, then?

Er...

Not at short notice, ma'am.

Sorry.

Whenever you're ready.

Right.

I, er, got you these.

Best to try and keep them sweet.

Keep your, um, thumb out of the way, yeah?

Um, just, yeah.

Billy.

No, Billy, no.

OK, OK.

Don't be...

Don't be scared.

The horse will sense that.

He'll get nervous, too.

Just...

Huh?

To earn trust, you need to be trusting.

Just...

He's OK.

Hold him still.

Yep.

Billy, still.

I've got him.

OK.

Billy.

Billy!

Sorry, ma'am.

Hold him still!

Well, I have it.

OK.

Billy!

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

OK.

We're calm.

You're fine.

Billy.

It's OK.

Yeah!

You've got him.

Billy, I want to stop.

Please, Billy.

OK.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Try and watch me, OK?

Right.

Yep.

OK.

Watch what I do.

Just stay calm, and so will the horse.

OK?

Shall we try again?

Yep.

No.

Elekins, don't be like that.

You are a liar.

By the time I go home, you said it would all be

sorted.

And yet here I am, on my way back to England, and

not one step closer to being Lady Heddon.

Look.

I'm as devastated as you are, darling girl.

I just need a little time to wrap it all up.

That's all.

A few days at most.

A few days.

No longer than a week.

I swear.

Scout's honour, Cece.

I don't want you there a moment longer than is necessary.

Trust me.

Neither do I.

She is more beautiful than you said.

More beautiful than I am.

Now listen to me.

In my eyes, no one is more beautiful than you.

And what do they say?

It's what's on the inside that counts.

Of my father's wallet, you mean.

There we go.

Grazie.

Lovely cup of English tea.

Grazie and welcome.

Lovely little drop of milk.

Oh, no.

We don't drink milk in tea.

Mama, she says, the Italian, we don't drink milk in tea.

Yes, we hardly drink tea at all.

All right.

I know it will be difficult for you to give up your

family and become part of ours.

Yes, she said they understand how difficult it will be for you

to give up being part of your family to become part of

ours.

Yes, well, it will be difficult.

Can't pretend otherwise.

Leaving what I'm familiar and comfortable with to go and live in

another woman's house.

Yes, she wants to make it as easy as possible for you.

Yes, well, in that case, we'll need some ground rules.

Better to put our cards on the table now than come to

Blore's letter.

Posso cominciare?

Si, mamma.

There you are.

I only stepped out for a minute.

Of course you deserve a break.

I'd better get back to him.

Oh, really?

Couldn't you just stay for a moment?

I might say something I'll regret.

Why?

Well, you can't possibly blame me for what's happened.

It's Papa that's been reckless.

It's led by your idiot husband.

Papa took out a loan to invest with Cecil.

A loan he secured against his company.

He has to repay the principal in the new year.

Only now, he doesn't have the means to do so.

If you're hoping he's going to change his mind about the money

he lent you, you're going to be disappointed, I'm afraid.

Either you sell this place and pay him back, or Livesey Fine

Fabrics itself will have to be sold.

And if that happens, let's just say this will be the last

friendly family visit to your precious hotel.

No, Emilia.

Why do you resent me so?

Me?

Resent you?

In church on Saints' Day.

Church on Saint's Day.

No meat on Fridays.

No meat on Friday.

Dino doesn't beer.

Wine, not beer.

And dinner after eight.

And dinner after eight.

Only Italian bread.

Eh.

You what?

Only Italian bread?

Are you kidding me?

Italian bread only?

She said that you English, you built an empire as big as

Romans, but never learned to make bread.

My floury bats are as good as anything an Italian can bake.

There is only one way to resolve this issue.

Dovrai scegliere tra di noi.

What did she say?

She want me...

to choose.

Let battle commence.

Fantastic.

I thought I'd ask Vito to help with the soap.

Making the lye, ensuring that it mixes with all the other ingredients,

requires heating and cooling to exact temperatures.

It can be a little bit tricky.

Whereas my body lotion is far more simple.

Involves much less chemistry.

Mrs. Ainsworth, it doesn't say how much essential oil we should use.

Only a few drops.

It's very precious.

Here.

If you'll excuse me.

Mrs. Ainsworth, your daughter's on the telephone.

Would you tell her I'm busy?

She says it's urgent, I'm afraid.

Oh, really?

Perhaps Constance can lend me a hand.

I don't mind.

Thank you.

If you could just pipette the oil into each compartment.

See what's going on.

Why did you let him in?

I didn't let him in.

He says he won't leave until you hear what he has to

say.

You need to leave this instant.

Lady Haddon.

Really?

You don't wish to know why I insist I don't see him?

No.

Please.

Please.

Sit.

I've come to make you an offer.

I have no desire to hear your offer.

I want to buy your hotel.

My hotel is not for sale.

Everything is for sale.

Everything.

Maybe not today, but one day soon.

I would rather burn my hotel to the ground than sell it

to you.

Well, perhaps that can be arranged.

I wish you a beautiful day.

What about the rose water, Mrs. Pascal?

Might as well add some of that too.

All right, but that's the last of it.

She made a new batch this morning.

It can't be that hard to produce some more.

Go on, add some more.

Salvatore, love?

Yes?

Come and have a bite.

No, no, no way.

Salvatore?

Mama, I'm not crazy.

Billy?

I'm a salvo.

Ciao.

Maria?

Shall we?

It's all right, Maria, love.

A little bit salty, for my taste.

Such a compliment.

That looks rather thick.

Let me see.

It doesn't look smooth at all, it looks sticky.

Well, we couldn't get it to combine, so we just added some

more beeswax to thicken it up and...

It smells overwhelming.

Then it smelled waxy, so I told Paola to add some more...

Rose oil.

Along with the rest of the rose...

Water.

You've used the entire bottle.

Can't we just whip up another batch?

No, as a matter of fact, we can't.

I used the very last of the petals I had stored to

make this this morning.

Do you think this is funny?

No.

I have just been fending off an offer from Signor Danioni to

buy the hotel.

We have to make this work.

They're calling it a crash, right?

Crash?

It's more like a bloodbath.

Thank God your employers hadn't got round to stamping out that extra

million.

You seem remarkably calm about everything.

Why wouldn't I be?

Because the value of our portfolio just nosedived by 40%.

Well, aren't you worried?

About losing your money, Detroit's money?

We haven't lost anything.

You're crying out loud, man.

You're not listening to me.

Signor Danesworth, it's you who are not listening to me.

I just said we haven't lost anything.

What are you saying?

They want to sit tight?

Wait for the market to bounce back?

What?

No.

They want their money back within the week.

What?

I'm facing a wipeout, Danieri.

I can't just rustle up 60,000 pounds with a snap of

my fingers.

It's not 60, it's 100.

That was the value, right?

Of the investment at its peak.

Why, you dirty little thief.

Hey!

Hey!

Slow down, Signor Danesworth.

First of all, it's no more than you deserve.

And then let me tell you something.

You may be a superstitious peasant, but I'm a rich one.

And bring me the ring too, or there really will be a

bloodbath.

Believe me.

So, how much do you need?

80,000 pounds.

80,000?

In total.

Although I would settle for 10,000 in the short term because

that's what Papa needs to pay back the principal on his loan.

Still a lot.

So now you see why I was rather hoping that our little

enterprise might pay off.

Look, if anyone can turn beeswax into gold dust, it's you, Valerian

Swirth.

Ah!

If it isn't my fellow Parisian.

Save for Negroni, I mix a mean one.

Perhaps another time.

Well, I'm going to need that drink.

Emilia's problem is most definitely not with you.

It's with me.

I did get a certain frostiness.

Yes, it's always been like that.

Actually, that's not true.

We were close when we were young.

We were very close.

Anyway, you don't need to hear my silly sob story.

You got your bottom dollar, I do.

Emilia was poorly when she was young.

She was fishing for tadpoles and had fallen in the pond accidentally.

She caught the most terrible cold and she threw an absolute tantrum

when she couldn't go back to school and was forced to stay

home.

So, she insisted on going back and promptly caught viral pneumonia.

Oh, God.

Of course, only my mother was allowed to nurse her.

And your mother caught it herself.

Yes, yes.

She never had the best health, even before that.

And then, well, then she died just before my 10th birthday.

And you blame Emilia for that, honey?

No, no, no, no, no.

Gosh, of course not.

She was a child.

No.

But deep down...

Gosh, I don't know.

Perhaps I do.

I've never...

It's true.

We've never been the same as sisters.

I can't remember us ever hugging one another or...

or holding hands, even.

Maybe that's what Emilia was picking up on.

Reacting to.

Gosh, you are clever, honey.

Perhaps we should have another drink.

Of course.

That's Antonio Costa.

So he's a blackjack.

But he's weak.

The pneumonia was spread with his father.

It's the reason he tolerates him.

And you're sure he'll talk?

We'll make him.

How do you propose to do that?

Violence is not the answer.

It's the only language they respect or understand.

And you'd be prepared to do that on behalf of a man

that you don't even know?

I told you.

An enemy of the fascist is a friend of mine.

Evening, Ainsworth.

Do I know you?

Yeah.

Jack Turner.

Miss me?

What in the blazes are you doing here?

Just tying up a few loose ends.

I have nothing to say to you.

I have a whole heap to say to you.

Cecil?

So what's this all about, Jack?

Take a wild guess, Ainsworth.

Have you found something out about our missing painting?

Right first time.

Old chap.

And what is this?

It's a catalogue for private sale of a painting.

Venus with a Mirror.

By Peter Paul Rubens.

That's marvellous, Jack.

You finally sold it.

Perhaps now you can pay me the rest of my share.

Very good, Ainsworth.

It's very good.

You know I had nothing to do with the theft of this

painting.

I didn't know anything of the sort.

Yeah, you do.

Because it was you.

The catalogue proves nothing, Jack.

That's what your man Fannucci said.

Yeah.

So I did a little digging.

Spoke to the guys at his warehouse and they said a guy

called Francesco gave him the painting.

Works at a little hotel in Portofino.

Owned by an Englishman.

They were very specific about that.

Oh.

What, you find this funny?

No, no.

It's a fact called cover.

You won't be laughing when I blow your brains out all over

the promenade.

Far away, old bean.

I don't have a cat in hell's chance of paying back what

I owe.

If it makes you feel any better, Jack, the joke's on me,

not you.

My wife and I are divorcing.

I've just dumped a fortune on Wall Street.

I'm about to lose the estate that has been in my family

for over 300 years.

If the Mafia don't slip my throat first.

So go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

You'll be doing me a favor.

Let's go.

Come on.

You really oughtn't have waited up.

I was waiting for your father.

He's been gone all day.

Oh, well, he'll turn up.

Like a bad penny.

Buona sera.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Bella?

What is it?

My father.

It's his heart.

He's had a nasty scare.

He's in the hospital?

No, no, no.

He's here.

He's resting.

But my sister won't let me see him.

Why not?

I think she blames me for what's happened.

My father invested one of Cecil's stupid schemes.

That's not your fault.

Well, I owe him tens of thousands of pounds.

And he needs it, so that he doesn't have to sell his

company.

And I would use the divorce money, but Cecil says he can't

give it to me anymore.

So, I think I'm going to have to sell the hotel.

It won't come to that.

How do you know?

Because you'll find a way.

No.

You always do.

That's why I love you.

Thank you.

Constance?

I...

I...

Oh.

Horses and horsemanship.

I didn't know that you were interested.

There is a lot that you don't know.

Dad was full this morning.

Mm-hm.

So, she's told you then?

Who's she?

Mother.

What should she have told me?

That she's divorcing father.

I thought that's why you were drowning your sorrows.

No.

As a matter of fact, she hadn't told me, and if she

had, I would be celebrating.

Alice.

Father's a...

useless cad, and Mother's put up with him for long enough.

She has as much of a right to be happy as the

rest of us.

Happy?

Like you, you mean?

Well, what is it they say about happiness?

They say...

something to do, something to hope for, and someone to love.

Seems like you failed on all three counts.

Oh, how disappointing.

Looch.

So, you're finally doing it then?

Doing what, darling?

You're divorcing father.

Did he tell you that?

Alice, actually.

I was going to tell you myself, but you seem so out

of sorts, I just didn't have the heart.

Is it because of Marco?

Mr. Bonaccini.

I saw you with him out there.

It's not because of Marco, but I can't pretend that we both...

that I don't have feelings.

No, it's right.

It's, um...

I'm happy for you.

Really, I am.

Darling, you don't seem happy in one fiber of your being.

You sound just like Alice.

You have to forgive yourself for Rose.

All this pain and anguish.

You are one of the most caring, loyal, funny...

Funny?

Yes, funny.

And...

lovable people that I know.

And you deserve to be loved back.

Oh, goodness.

I'm boiling.

Sorry, darling.

You know, you deserve to be loved as well.

Move.

Don't do this, Jack.

Get the lights.

Quickly and quietly open these drawers.

How many times do I have to tell you?

She barely keeps any money at the hotel.

I can be the judge of that.

Open the drawers.

There's nothing in there.

It's just letters.

The other drawers.

There's nothing there.

You're wasting your bloody time.

There's nothing there.

All right, get up.

Get up.

These ones.

These ones here.

God's sake.

There.

Nothing but a drawer.

Nothing.

What did I bloody well tell you?

You've got five seconds, buddy.

The ring.

What?

My wife's ring.

It's in the third drawer down in the envelope.

You missed it.

It's...

It's diamonds and sapphires.

I'll consider this to be a down payment.

But you have got 24 hours to come up with something else.

You understand me, Hainsworth?

Who's that?

Ahem.

Oh, my.

What happened?

I, um...

I had an argument.

With a lamp post.

Oh, Cecil.

Tip, let me help you.

Take your jacket off.

I, um...

I can't.

Come on.

Come on, sit down.

You smell like a brewery.

I bumped into an old friend.

I can't believe you're drinking at a time like this.

I'm not in the mood for a lecture.

No, sit down.

Let me clean you up.

Tell me.

You really want to know the worst of it?

Yes.

Aside from your father losing a little north of £20,000, which,

by the way, is a trifle, and set against the gaping hole

in my finances, my...

my prospective father-in-law has just informed me that, um...

he's no longer in a position to give me the wedding diary

you promised.

Which means I can probably wave goodbye to Knaresbrook.

Cecil, you fool.

Actually, you know what?

That isn't the worst of it.

Because I just lost a fortune for...

for certain business associates of mine in Detroit.

And funnily enough, they're asking for it back.

Not very nicely.

What about the divorce settlement?

I'm afraid it's spoken for.

Elsewhere.

But...

we agreed.

I've changed my mind.

But I haven't.

Bella, please.

I found this.

It will be me who's filing for divorce, and you who is

taking the blame.

Ha.

Well played.

Tell me what you think.

It is lovely.

Mm.

I think the freshness of that citrus undercuts the sweetness of the

vanilla and those floral tones of the, um...

of the jasmine.

Maybe even better than the rose.

Yes.

And the good news is they are harvesting these sweet oranges at

the moment so there's no chance of running out if we did

make a mistake.

Now, I'm going to teach you how to extract the oil from

the zest of the orange.

Me, ma'am?

Yes.

I need you to help in the dispensary.

To help perfect the product.

We've only got a week until Miss Pascal's party.

And it'll just be me and Vito?

Yes.

I'll be coming along every day, obviously, but some of the time

it will just be the two of you, if you're comfortable with

that.

No, I've nothing to fear from him.

Thank you, Constance.

You do know that I wouldn't ask if it wasn't of the

utmost importance, don't you?

Yes, ma'am.

Your fee, Billy.

Oh, I'll happily sack this off, ma'am, if you fancy another

lesson.

I'm rather short on funds.

Well, you can owe me.

It doesn't matter.

I don't want to take advantage of you, Billy.

And besides, I'm rather tender in certain places.

That is part and parcel of horses, ma'am.

Yes, well, perhaps horses aren't for me, then.

You know, there's no such thing as failure.

Mrs Maysmith?

Except in giving up on something you've set your heart on.

You're late.

It's not too late to change your mind.

Would you just drive, please?

Ayuso!

Ayuso!

Ayuso!

Why do you take life so hard?

Say what you know, and then we'll let you go.

You've been at this for hours.

I'm softening him up.

You're being soft.

More like...

Come on.

No, no, no!

No!

What are you doing?

You'll pay to leave it to me.

You weren't getting anywhere.

Your mother, she will never forgive me if I let you do

something you'll regret for the rest of your life.

Please, Lucian.

I think Anish wouldn't want this.

How would you know?

The last time you saw him, you were 12.

My brother wasn't a violent person.

Well, he certainly became one.

He never hated anyone.

He was compassionate.

Compassion?

For people like that?

We'll get you killed.

Right.

No.

Are they still around?

No, it's not...

No.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No.

Are they still around?

No!

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

I...

I'm Lucian.

We all heard what happened.

They went into the woods by train.

Only one of them came back.

Who was it?

Who was it?

Daniele.

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