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[gentle instrumental music playing]

[woman] "The measure done,

I'll watch her place of stand,

and, touching hers,

make blessed my rude hand."

[birds singing outside]

"Did my heart love till now?"

"Forswear it, sight!"

"For I never saw true beauty

till this night."

[sighs deeply]

And that is why Romeo and Juliet is the most romantic

and tragic love story of all time.

[gentle music fades]

Any questions?

Yeah. Cindy?

Can we go feed the snake now?

[teacher chuckles]

Okay.

[students clamoring]

[teacher] And then it's reading time, okay?

- [chuckles] - [bell rings]

[man clapping] Faster! Faster!

- Life's a race. - [students chattering excitedly]

So, how'd they like Romeo and Juliet?

Well, turns out Shakespeare is no match for a pet snake.

I appreciate you trying to expand their young minds,

but unless there's a very hungry caterpillar in the story,

you're pretty much screwed.

The kids wanted to know about my vacation,

and I couldn't talk about Verona without mentioning Romeo and Juliet.

Ha. You couldn't order a pizza without mentioning Romeo and Juliet.

What can I say? I'm a fan.

Yeah, like Kathy Bates in Misery was a fan.

[scoffs] Speaking of the trip...

[chuckles]

...I have a... small favor to ask you.

- I am not taking Beatrice. - Oh, I don't need you to take her.

Good. 'Cause I don't do snakes.

I just need you to feed her.

- Feed her? - Yeah.

Feed her what?

A mouse.

- Ugh, pass. - It's frozen.

- How is that better? - Please. Please, it's just for a week.

- I don't know. - Yeah, and then, y'know...

Maybe take her, y'know, because she gets kinda depressed...

Okay, okay, okay. Fine, fine, fine.

- But you owe me. - Mani-pedis on me.

- The Korean place? - [chuckles] Done.

Okay. I'm only saying yes because you're finally going to Verona.

You've been planning this trip for years.

[sighs] I'm so glad I waited. Now I have somebody to share it with.

[gasps] I wouldn't be surprised if Brandon popped the question while you're there.

You really think so?

Yeah. He knows how much this trip means to you.

What better place to get engaged than the City of Love?

He has been acting kinda strange lately.

It's like Shakespeare said,

"If thou dost desire, thou must put thine ring upon it."

[inhales sharply] No, I... I think that's Beyoncé.

[softly] Fiancée.

- [gentle music playing] - [door closes]

[teacher] So then I thought,

why am I checking TripAdvisor for restaurant recommendations, right?

So I wrote to Silvio...

Who's Silvio?

- He is our House 'n Host host. - Okay.

Yeah, and he gave me a list of some out-of-the-way places

that only the locals know about.

Now we can have an authentic Italian experience

instead of some Lonely Planet tourist trap.

- Cool. - There is some big wine festival in town.

So all the restaurants are booking up fast.

I went ahead and made reservations for lunch and dinner

every day we're in Verona.

- What? You booked 14 reservations? - [teacher] Yeah.

- [energetic music playing] - Why?

- Do you think I should book breakfast too? - I...

Because I was thinking that we would have breakfast in the villa

so we wouldn't risk waiting on a bill and missing one of our tours.

- What... What tours? - [Julie chuckles]

All of 'em! [squeals]

[chuckles] Okay.

- This is... laminated. - [teacher] Yeah.

So, I figured that we would start with the Casa di Giulietta

from 10:00 a.m. to 12:30,

followed by a tour of the Club di Giulietta at 12:45,

where we can, wait for it...

'Kay?

Watch as the secretaries respond

to love letters addressed to "Dear Juliet."

Wait, is this a pie chart?

Yeah, I wasn't gonna do a bar graph.

Can't we just... play this by ear?

[teacher chuckles]

[pops lips]

Great.

[teacher] And don't worry. This is just for Verona.

There is a separate itinerary for our day in Bardolino for wine tasting.

Julie, uh...

[Julie] I also thought, instead of renting a car,

it'd be a lot more efficient if we took the train.

- It isn't working. - It is.

The rail strike is over. I already booked us two fast passes,

so we can hop on and hop off the entire week!

No, this isn't working!

[sighs]

Huh?

[Brandon] Julie,

you're great.

[spluttering] So great, and the time that we've shared together,

it's just been

so...

- Great? - [snaps fingers]

Yes.

Um, but... I think I just need a little time to think

because it's just been moving so fast.

- We've been together for four years. - [Brandon] Wow.

Has it really been that long?

Hi. How is everyone doin' tonight?

Welcome to La Sorte.

My name's Blake, and I'm gonna be your server.

Now, I see you're already set with drinks. Would you like to talk about the specials?

He's breaking up with me.

I'll be back with bread.

What about Verona?

I mean, you should go.

This was always gonna be your trip, right?

Maybe when you get back, we can see where we're at.

I already know where I'm at, so...

[sighs]

[energetic music building]

[energetic music fades]

[somber music playing]

[cell phone vibrating]

[Julie inhales sharply, sighs]

- Hi. - [coworker] Hey, Jules.

How you doin'?

The same as the last time you checked on me

five minutes ago.

Yeah, well, I'm worried about you.

[laughter on TV]

- Heartbreak is the worst. - [sighs] Yeah.

[coworker] How bad is it?

On a scale from one to Adele?

[Julie scoffs]

I'll be okay.

Really.

- Well, you can call me anytime, okay? - I will.

Love you.

Love you more.

- Bye. - [call disconnects]

Brandon dumped her. You owe me five bucks.

- [emotional music playing] - [Julie breathing shakily]

[exhales deeply]

[laptop chimes]

[emotional music building]

- [keypad clicks] - [music fades]

["L'americano" playing]

[plane engines roaring]

[PA chimes]

[woman on recording] Welcome to the Minneapolis International Airport.

As an important security reminder...

[Julie sighs]

[quietly] It's okay.

["L'americano" continues playing]

[woman speaking indistinctly on PA]

[intercom chimes]

[woman on PA] Attention, Amore Airlines now boarding flight 816 to Verona.

That's us.

That's us!

[plane engines whirring]

- [toddler wailing] - [pounding on seat]

[woman speaking gently]

[toddler sobbing]

[seat back thuds]

[thunder rumbling, crackling]

- [Julie gasps] - [passengers yelp]

[breathing shakily, quietly] Sorry.

- [child shrieks] - [Julie grunts]

[excited chatter]

- ["L'americano" ends] - [baggage carousel squeaking]

[clicks tongue] Well, looks like it's you and me.

[Italian music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- [crowd clamoring] - [car horns honking]

[Julie] Taxi.

Taxi! Hi!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Signorina.

Uh, you an Uber?

I am Uberto.

- [Julie] Ah. - [Uberto laughs]

Close enough.

[tires squeal]

- ["Funiculì, Funiculà" playing] - Ooh! [laughs hysterically]

- [Julie grunting] - [Uberto] Whoo!

- [horn honking] - [man shouting in Italian]

Whee!

- [laughing] First time in Italy, bella? - [Julie grunts] Yeah.

And I was hoping my vacation would make it past the airport.

[Uberto laughs wildly] Where you come from, signorina?

- Minneapolis. - Ah, Mini Naples?

No, no, no. Minneapolis.

Sì. Mini Naples.

- Mini Napoli. Mini Napoli, no? - Yeah, fine. Yeah.

- [both laugh] - Fine.

Fine, fine, fine, fine. Yeah. Just mini Naples.

Ooh! [shouting in Italian]

- [horn honking] - [Uberto shouting]

[Julie] Uberto!

[Julie] There's a car!

Scooter!

- [Uberto] Whoo! - [Julie groans]

[Uberto laughs]

You try some cannoli, bella?

Ooh, uh...

- Can you just keep your eyes on the road? - Mia mamma make this from scratch.

Uberto!

- [horn blares] - [Julie screams]

- [tires squeal] - [laughing]

[scooter honking]

[Julie groans, gasps]

[Uberto] It's my mamma recipe and the best cannoli of all Veneto.

The secret is the ricotta.

[Julie groans]

[brakes screech]

- [Julie grunts] - [Uberto laughs]

[Julie] Thank you. [grunts]

Ciao, bella.

[engine revs]

- [horn honking] - [Uberto shouts in Italian]

[Julie panting]

[grunts softly]

[exhales]

[sighs deeply]

[gentle piano music playing]

[excited chattering]

[woman] Did you see this painting there? It's so good.

[Julie] Hmm.

[birds singing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Julie gasps]

Mm.

[exhales]

[gentle music swells]

[Julie gasps]

[Julie takes a deep breath, clears throat]

[sighs]

- [tense music playing] - [Julie takes a deep breath]

Of course.

[Julie sighs]

Ugh. [sighs]

- Ew. - [door creaks]

[Julie] Excuse me.

- Hey, excuse me. Excuse me. - [cats meowing]

Easy, yes. Who's a nice kitty?

- [cat hisses, yowls] - [Julie yelps, gasps]

[cats continue meowing]

[Julie sighs]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[door creaks]

[tourists chattering outside]

- [door closes] - [Julie] Wow.

- [camera shutter clicks] - [bag rustles]

- [Julie gasps] - [both scream]

- Bloody hell! - Who are you?

- Who am I? - What are you doing?

I'm sorry. Are you insane? You've just walked in here.

Wait. Jesus, what...

Uh, no. No. [chuckles]

I rented this villa for the week.

Look. I'll prove it to you. See?

Julie Hutton, House 'n Host.

Confirmation code, HZ4RB6.

La Villa Romantica.

April 9th through April 16th.

Nice to meet you. Charlie Fletcher.

Vacay-n-Stay.

Confirmation code, 214TRSP.

La Villa Romantica.

April 8th through April 15th.

Okay. [scoffs]

Clearly, there's an error with your booking.

And I'm so sorry.

I just flew all the way from Minneapolis.

It's been a really long day,

so if you could please just vacate the villa

until we get this all sorted, that would be... great.

Okay. Yeah, sure.

- Um, just give me a few minutes. - [Julie] Mm-hmm.

I'll get all my things together, and I will be on my way. [smacks lips]

[sighs, softly] Thank you.

[inhales sharply]

Clearly they don't have sarcasm in Indianapolis.

Minneapolis.

Same thing.

Okay, I'm just gonna call Silvio and get this all sorted

and explain how you've made a terrible mistake.

Fine. Wait. Why are you so sure that I've made the mistake?

- Well, it wasn't me. - [dialing]

- How do you know that? - I don't make mistakes.

I'm not saying I'm perfect.

I'm just really... careful.

You sound like a lot of fun.

At least I'm not in my underwear, soaked in Chianti.

It was a Barolo.

[sighs, smacks lips]

A really good one.

[on phone] Buongiorno! I am Silvio D'Angelo.

Please leave a message, and I will return your call subito.

Ciao.

[chimes play on phone]

[chuckles] Uh, hi, Silvio. It's Julie Hutton.

So, um... I booked your villa for the week, and there's a really obnoxious

yet fit man here by the name of Charlie Fletcher,

who claims that he has rented the villa

for the same time?

So if you could please call me back as soon as you get this,

that would be... great.

All sorted?

I left a message, but I'm sure he'll be returning my call any minute now.

[Charlie chuckles]

[clicks tongue] What?

It's your first time in Italy, isn't it?

Yeah. So?

So, the Italians tend to do things at their own pace.

You'll be lucky to hear from Silvio before the week is up.

In fact, I've been renting this villa from him for the last six years.

I've never even met the man.

So if I were you, I would just get on the next plane back to Michigan.

- Minnesota. - Again, same thing.

And then see if you can't reschedule for another time.

[laughing] Reschedule?

Okay, I've been waiting my whole life for this trip.

Okay? There must be a hotel nearby.

- Yeah, but they're booked for Vinitaly. - [quietly] Vinitaly.

- The largest wine expo in Europe. - Yeah.

And if you didn't book a hotel, what, over a year ago,

you are what the Italians might call nella merda, which translates into...

Yeah. I know what merda means.

- Okay. Yeah. - [Julie] Thanks.

Would it kill you to just show a modicum of compassion?

I showed a modicum last week.

It was really something. Sorry that you missed it.

I have to sleep, okay?

I need to sleep.

I've been up for 22 hours...

Yeah, great story. I can't wait to hear how that ends.

- I'm gonna get back to my life. - Can I spend the night?

[Charlie sighs]

Please? Just until the morning, until we... we sort this out with Silvio.

I have nowhere to go. Literally, nowhere to go.

Please?

Fine.

Thank you.

But only because you're being really quite pathetic.

On that note, where did you get this horrendously naff sweatshirt?

Uh...

- The airport gift shop. - Sounds right.

Okay. Where's the bedroom?

Mm.

Yeah, there's only one bedroom in the villa.

You get

the couch.

[Julie gasps]

[softly] Welcome to Villa Romantica.

Ciao.

["Ciao, Italia" playing]

- [excited chatter] - [Silvio whistling upbeat tune]

[bells chiming]

[woman] Buongiorno, Silvio!

[in Italian] How's it going?

[man] Buongiorno, Silvio!

Hi, Giovanni!

["Ciao, Italia" ends]

- Buongiorno! - [Julie gasps]

- [Silvio chuckles] - [Julie thuds]

[in English] I'm Silvio D'Angelo from House 'n Host.

[Julie grunts]

I bring many gifts from the local produce market.

Parmigiano,

prosciutto...

Ah. [sniffs]

Mm!

Olio d'oliva.

- Charlie! - [Charlie and Silvio chuckle]

- [Charlie] Buongiorno, Silvio. - Buongiorno, Charlie.

I thought you said you never met before.

Oh, yeah. I lied. I was just trying to get rid of you.

Silvio stops by all the time.

[chuckling slightly] Signora, why you on the floor?

- Please. - [Julie sighs]

Thanks.

Signora Hutton, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to Verona,

the City of Love.

- [inhales sharply] - Yeah.

I'm afraid you're, uh, wasting your time with this one, Silvio.

She's il gelo.

- No. - [Charlie] Sì.

Like gelato.

I am not like gelato.

I'm just upset about the double-booking,

which I'm sure Silvio here will clear up for us.

[in Italian] Of course.

[in English] Per favore, can you explain

to Mr. Fletcher that I rented La Villa Romantica for the week?

[in Italian] Gladly.

Grazie.

[in English] Signor Fletcher,

Signora Hutton has rented the villa for the week.

Right. Well, will you please explain to Ms. Hutton

that I have rented La Villa Romantica through Friday?

[in Italian] Certainly.

Grazie.

[in English] Signora Hutton,

I'm afraid that Signor Fletcher has rented the villa also...

No. [sighs, chuckles]

What happened?

[Silvio takes a deep breath]

Is mix-up.

My wife, Sophia,

she take care of the House 'n Host listing.

She never make mistake.

Not once. Not ever.

- My girlfriend, however... - Oh boy.

She take care of the villa on Vacay-n-Stay.

- [Charlie] Mm. - She not so smart.

See? Is mix-up.

[Julie] "Is mix-up"?

Yeah, it's a shame that your wife

and your girlfriend aren't on the same page, Silvio.

Yes. But question is, what are we gonna do about it?

[sighs] Maybe

you can share it.

[Julie and Charlie laugh]

- [all laughing] - [Charlie] Uh-huh

[Julie laughs sarcastically] Aha.

Finally, something we agree on.

- [Julie, Charlie] No. - I will give you discount.

I don't want a discount. I want my villa.

I don't wanna share it.

Especially not with Bigfoot over here.

- She's right. - Thank you.

Yeah. You gotta hand it to her. Otherwise, she'd never reach.

[Julie laughs sarcastically]

[huffs] This is a nightmare.

Or maybe... destino?

It's like I say in the listing,

"L'amore trova una via."

"Love finds a way."

Yeah, that's awfully close to a line from Jurassic Park.

Did you steal that line from Jurassic Park?

No.

Isn't there anything you could do?

Have faith, Signora Hutton.

Things always work out for the best in Verona.

Oh yeah, sure. Just ask Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, and don't forget to give me five-star rating on House 'n Host.

Five.

Have a good time. Ciao.

Five-star rating?

Well, he did bring very good prosciutto.

Mm.

[bag rustling]

[Julie whimpers]

[sniffles, stifles a sob]

[crying softly]

Oh bollocks.

[Julie sniffles]

[sobs quietly]

[sniffles]

Listen, before you start this, I'm just gonna warn you.

I'm British, okay?

So I don't deal with overt displays of emotion.

- Okay. - [Charlie] So I'm gonna give you advice.

Okay.

Just hold it in.

All those feelings?

Put them in a box.

- [muffled] Okay. - Push them deep, deep down.

- Deep down. - Throw 'em away.

[Julie grunts]

[sobs loudly]

No.

[whimpering] I'm sorry.

- [Charlie] I'm not sure that's a word. - Sorry.

It's really quite awkward for both of us.

It's only making the whole thing horrible...

- [squeaky] So sorry. - Now it's squeaky.

I'm not squeaky.

Very squeaky.

- [squeakier] I'm not. - Okay.

Okay, all right. Listen to me.

We... can...

[quietly, hesitating] ...shh...

share it.

- Really? - Yes, really.

- [Julie sighs, sniffles] - [Charlie] Here, look, just... Here.

[Julie exhales]

[Charlie] Wipe your nose. You're getting snot

all over your airport sweatshirt.

- [Julie sobs, sighs] - [Charlie clears throat]

[blows nose]

[blows nose loudly]

I'm gonna be at Vinitaly most of the time anyhow.

And with any luck, we won't even have to see each other.

Okay, so, um, how... how would we share it?

Well, we'll divide it up.

You just stay on your side of the villa, and I'll stay on mine.

Okay.

[gentle music playing]

[Charlie sighs]

Charlie?

Yeah?

Thank you.

Uh, yeah, whatever.

Uh, just remember to double-flush that toilet.

The villa's from the 16th century. Pretty sure the plumbing is too.

[clears throat]

- [music fades] - [door closes, rattles]

[Julie gasps]

Crap.

- [indistinct chatter] - ["Zum Zum Zum" playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

- [Julie yelps] - [camera shutter clicks]

[Julie] Sorry.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Julie] Sorry.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Julie panting]

[gelato splats]

Merda!

[bicycle bell rings]

- Excuse me! Sorry. - [woman grunts]

[Julie mutters]

[Julie yelps]

Hey! Hi! Hello! Ciao!

Wait! Wait!

- Il stoppo! - [scooter horn beeps]

- [Julie shrieks] - [bikers shouting]

- [motors revving] - [Julie whines]

- [yelps] - [men shouting in Italian]

[Julie gasps] Oh!

[whines] No.

Ugh.

Fine!

I got it!

[song ends]

[cats meowing in hallway]

[purse thuds]

[Julie exhales]

- Ciao. - [Julie] Hey. [sighs]

It's broken.

There's no air-conditioning?

No, just a fan.

'Kay. [sighs]

[exhales]

Oh yeah. That's broken too.

[Julie exhales deeply]

[Charlie sighs]

[Julie, under breath] Of course.

[cell phone clatters]

Something wrong?

No, everything's fine.

Boyfriend ring you?

I don't have a boyfriend.

'Kay?

Ah.

He broke it off right before your trip to Verona, didn't he?

No, that's... [scoffs]

- Not even close. - [Charlie] Hmm.

Want some free advice?

Nope. But it's comin' anyway.

Men want what they can't have. It's in our nature.

So... block his calls, delete his messages,

and then when he sees you don't care anymore,

he'll come running back.

Put that in your diary.

It's a journal, and I don't care.

It's over.

Not that it's any of your business to begin with.

Good. 'Cause going back to an ex

is like taking a shower and putting on dirty underwear.

Gross.

Sometimes the truth is gross.

[Charlie typing]

If you're such an expert on relationships, why are you all alone in the City of Love?

I told you. I'm working.

I need to report back to my boss in London

on which wines we want to pursue for exclusive rights in the UK.

You drink wine for a living?

No. Well, yeah. It's part of what I do.

But trust me, wine is business.

If I choose the wrong wine,

it could cost my company millions of pounds.

[gurgling softly, smacks lips]

[spits]

Ugh.

What'd you say about that one?

Full-bodied. But the tannin is young.

It's accompanied with an overabundance of acidity,

so it won't be ready for three to five years.

So it's no good, right?

No, no, no. It's... It's great.

I don't follow.

Well...

[sighs] Okay, look.

This winery, it's a tiny vineyard up in the hills of Valpolicella.

Fending off bankruptcy.

So if we're aggressive,

we could clear out their entire vintage at wholesale prices

before a competitor even gets the chance to bid.

Like I said, it's business.

But you're... [scoffs] You're talking about wine here.

Where is the passion?

Passion is overrated.

Much like, um, Romeo and Juliet out there.

I'm guessing you've never taken the tour before?

Of Casa di Giulietta?

- [chuckles] Yeah. - [scoffs] No.

You mean you've rented this villa every year for six years,

and ya never walked across the piazza?

Nope.

- [slaps legs] - [Julie] Okay.

Where are my suitcases? They should've been delivered today.

Ah. You getting tired of "Italia is for lovers"?

Maybe it's time to go back to the airport

and get that "Leaning Tower of Pizza" T-shirt.

[Julie chuckles]

- What? - Nothing.

No, no, come on. Out with it.

[Julie sighs]

[hoodie unzips]

I mean, I was making a bad joke.

Whatever. I'm hot anyway. [mutters, sighs]

[sighs] It's like an oven in here.

- What are you doing? - Getting some fresh air. Is that okay?

- Don't open that! Ah! - [Julie] Why not?

- [cats yowling] - [Julie and Charlie] Oh!

- Get them out! Get them out! - [Julie] What?

Oh. Hello. [grunts]

- [tense music playing] - [Julie] Shoo!

- [piano keys play] - [Julie] Out!

- Shoo, shoo. Let's go. - [cat meows]

- [Charlie grunts] - [Julie] Come on. Shoo, shoo, shoo. C'mon.

All right. Shoo.

- [cat meows] - [Julie] Okay.

[panting] All right.

There.

[tense music fades]

Yikes.

Oh my gosh.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were allergic to cats.

- Well, now you know. - [satchel unzips]

[Charlie] Those cats are everywhere in that piazza.

And the bloody locals let them run the place like the cows in New Delhi.

[Julie] Oh wow.

[swallows] Mm.

I really am sorry. I didn't know...

Listen, just stay on your side of the villa

and keep the windows closed, all right?

That's all you've gotta do.

That and stay out of my way so I don't accidentally step on you.

[coworker] What?

You're sharing it?

[Julie on speakerphone] Yup. Well, not really sharing.

I'm the one sleeping on the couch.

He's literally twice my size.

[Beatrice thuds]

- He takes up half of the room. - [coworker] Oh.

What's he look like?

Who cares what he looks like?

Um, I care.

I'm feeding Stewart Little to a slime monster.

I'd appreciate the distraction.

- Circle of life. - [mouse plops]

Thor.

I'm sorry. What now?

Yeah, he looks... like Thor.

He's a literal thunder god?

Doesn't sound so bad to me.

- Trust me, it is not as good as it sounds. - Ah, you never know.

You two are in the City of Love. You could end up like Romeo and Juliet.

Death by mutual suicide?

Does that happen?

He is the most sarcastic, pettiest person I've ever met.

He's only happy if I'm miserable.

It's like he hates me for no reason.

So give him one.

- What? - Give him a reason.

[crickets chirping]

What's the first thing we tell our third graders?

Be nice and always share.

And if they don't, what do we do?

Want me to put him on a time-out?

- I want you to send him home. - How am I supposed to do that?

Well, no offense, Jules, but getting men to leave is what you do.

- Offense taken. - You're like man repellent.

If we go camping, we could set you up like a citronella candle.

- You can keep the boys at bay. - I got it.

How? How am I supposed to do that?

Well, everybody has their weakness.

Their Achilles' heel.

Mine are black lamps.

All you gotta do is just find his.

I barely know the guy. How am I supposed...

What is it?

- Nothing. - Jules.

I can't.

Yes, you can. Just put away that Minnesota nice.

It's like Michelle Obama said,

"When they go low, we get a shovel."

- There's no way that's right. - Look.

For as long as I've known you,

men have been breaking your heart and busting your balls.

It's time you stopped letting the Brandons

and the Charlies of the world control the narrative.

[takes a deep breath] You're right.

[tense music playing]

Charlie Fletcher

is finito.

Ooh.

I like her. Keep her around.

["Bisogna far qualcosa (These Boots Are Made for Walkin')" plays]

Buongiorno.

Oh. Buongiorno. [speaking Italian]

- These. - Sì.

[Julie] Yeah.

- Due euro. - Ancora.

[vendor chuckles]

- Quattro euro. - Ancora.

- Sei... - I'm just gonna take the whole basket.

There we go.

Perfetto.

Grazie mille.

[Charlie snoring]

[kisses]

[in singsong] Buon appetito!

[cat meows]

[cats meowing]

[cats thudding on apartment floor]

[cat yowls]

[softly] Whoa.

[cat purring gently]

[Charlie screams]

[tourists gasp]

[Charlie continues screaming]

[song fades out]

[Charlie moaning softly]

Buongiorno, Charlie.

[gasps]

[hoarse] Buongiorno.

[groaning softly]

[coffee beans grind]

[Charlie stifles a moan]

[grunts quietly]

[exhales]

Are you

angry?

No.

I'm thinking.

[moans softly]

[continues moaning, grunts]

So, you thought I'd vacate my villa over a couple of cats, did you?

It's my villa.

- And to be fair, it was about 20 cats. - [stove clicks]

About that.

How did you lure so many cats into my bedroom?

Green olives.

- What? - Google it.

[phone unlocks]

"Cats crave green olives

because they contain isoprenoids,

which have a similar chemical makeup to the ingredients found in catnip."

[Julie] Yeah.

My grandmother had three cats and an olive tree.

I used to watch the cats go crazy when I was a little girl.

Huh. I'm impressed.

Does that mean you're leaving?

[Charlie chuckles]

Oh, Julie.

Julie, Julie.

I'm afraid you've started a war you can't possibly win.

You missed a spot.

[grunts]

[softly] Might wanna... take a look at that.

[moka pot percolating]

Very well, then.

[glasses clink]

[Julie] What is this?

[sighs] Ancient Romans used to toast their enemies before going off to war.

It was considered bad luck not to respect your adversary.

[Julie] Hmm.

Okay.

[Julie sighs]

In bocca al lupo.

What does that mean?

It's just how the Italians say good luck.

But the literal translation is

"into the wolf's mouth."

[suspenseful music playing]

Ha.

Have a nice day.

Thanks.

I will.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

- [door bangs] - [Charlie] Shoot.

[suspenseful music stops]

[tense music resumes playing]

[Julie exhales]

[whimsical music playing]

[worker sighs]

Are those for Julie Hutton?

Uh...

Sì. Hutton.

Ah, I'm sorry, but, uh, Ms. Hutton's already left.

- [worker murmurs] - Yeah. Back to America, I'm afraid.

No. No, no. Uh, this is the address she gave.

You see? Uh, her signature.

- Yeah, that's her. - Yeah.

[sighs] Poor thing.

She had a total nervous breakdown.

Yeah. They had to put her into an insane asylum.

Manicomio?

Yeah, that's right.

Manicomio.

So, uh, Julie won't be needing any of her clothes

because from now on, she'll only be wearing jumpsuits

and shoes without laces.

Uh... Madonna mia.

Yeah. But she did say to donate anything she left behind

to a local children's charity.

Ah. [sighs]

Allora...

Uh, grazie.

[scoffs, quietly] Manicomio?

[sighs]

[Julie] Wait, what?

You gave my clothes to orphans?

[worker] Sì, signora.

Am I really that small?

Okay, I don't understand.

Why would you give my things to an orphanage?

We were told you were committed to a manicomio.

- Manicomio? - Sì, signora.

- I see. - Your roommate told us.

Oh, he did, did he?

He said you wanted your clothes donated to an orphanage.

And he was very specific about it.

Grazie.

Prego.

[call disconnects]

M'kay, Charlie.

You want crazy?

I'll show you crazy.

["Sono bugiarda (I'm a Believer)" playing]

- [glue squishes] - [Julie] Mm.

[Julie grunts]

[lock rattling]

[Charlie grunts]

What is that?

Clever girl.

[knocking on door]

Julie!

[sighs]

[tourists chattering below]

[Charlie exhales]

Easy-peasy.

- [yelps] - [tourists gasping and clamoring]

[Charlie screaming]

- Oh no! - [tourists chattering and laughing]

God! That went so badly wrong!

Oh God!

[yells] That didn't work!

- [Julie takes a deep breath] - [Charlie shouting] Oh God!

Julie!

- [grunts] C'mon! - [camera shutter clicks]

- [Charlie] Hello? - [man] Look at that.

[Charlie] No! No!

- [operator on phone] Pronto, Polizia. - Ciao.

Parla English?

- Yes. - [Charlie] No!

I'd like to report a break-in.

- [siren wailing] - [engine revs]

- Uh-oh. - [car doors slam]

[officer 1] Fermo!

Non ti muovere.

Don't shoot!

I'm British!

British?

- [buzzer sounds] - [cell door opens]

[men shouting in Italian]

[man 1 snoring]

[man 2 laughing]

[keys jangling]

[door unlocks]

E allora, Fletcher.

[officers chatting in Italian]

[siren wailing]

Grazie.

Prego.

Au revoir, "British".

- [officer laughing] - È tutto matto, eh?

Però, mi pareva più Mr. Bean, no?

- "I'm British." Ciao, British. - "I'm British."

Ciao. Good night.

[Dalida's "Bang Bang" playing]

[thunder rumbling outside]

[cats meowing in hallway]

- [Charlie screams] - [cat hisses]

[Charlie] Stupid cats!

[footsteps approaching]

[lock rattling]

- [doors slam open] - [Charlie panting]

- [thunder rumbles] - [Julie inhales sharply]

Buonasera.

Piss

off.

Is something wrong, Charlie?

[Charlie inhales sharply]

[rain pattering]

[clicks tongue] Well,

I just spent the last few hours in jail

with Sleepy Giuseppe

and who can only be described as Santa-Manson.

- How's that for starters? - Oh no.

What happened?

Ooh. It's a funny story.

It seems someone

changed the locks to our villa.

And then,

when I climbed onto the balcony...

[thunder rumbles]

...someone called the police to report a break-in.

[Julie gasps]

[clicks tongue]

That's terrible.

Oh, isn't it?

Just terrible.

Well, Silvio changed the lock this morning.

Must have been jammed or something.

Yes.

Or something.

He told me all about it.

- [Julie] Hmm? - [Charlie] Mm-hmm.

When he gave me my new key for the villa.

[chuckles sarcastically]

Seems like it's one thing after another for you lately.

I wouldn't blame you for wanting to move out of the villa.

[inhales sharply] Oh, Julie.

[thunder rumbles]

You always cease to amaze me.

Did you really think

that I would leave my villa

over some cat allergies and... a little bit of jail time?

Kind of.

'Cause I can do this all week.

Can you?

Sweet dreams.

[chair clatters]

[thunder rumbling]

[rattling nearby]

[objects clattering]

- [cat yowls] - [Julie gasps]

[cats meowing in hallway]

Stupid cats.

["Bang Bang" fades out]

["Genuine" playing]

[excited chatter]

[pizza sizzling]

[tourists chattering]

- [woman 1] Oh! Honey! - [man] What?

[tourists murmuring]

Oh my God, it's her! Julie!

- [woman 2 gasps] - Do I know you?

Don't give up on love.

- Yeah. You're too good for him. - Uh, what?

[speaking French]

[woman 3 speaking German]

[speaking German]

- [tense music playing] - [Julie gasps]

- [tourists chattering] - [woman 4 gasps]

No.

[tense music building]

[tense music fades]

[rhythmic tapping]

How could you?

I'm sorry, but I warned you.

And besides, I thought it was good luck to put letters on Juliet's wall.

Love letters.

- Not my diary. - [Charlie laughs]

I knew it was a diary.

That was low.

Even for you.

[Charlie inhales sharply]

Yeah.

I know.

I'm sorry.

What's your angle?

I have no angle.

I can't do this anymore.

This little war of ours. It's, um...

- Exhausting? - [Charlie] Yeah.

- Extremely. - So you're surrendering?

[Charlie] No.

I'm calling a truce.

Why the sudden change of heart?

Well, evidently,

one of our potential clients

got wind of me getting arrested last night,

and weirdly,

turns out people get uneasy about going into business with criminals.

- Oh no. - [Charlie] Yeah.

So, needless to say, the London office isn't very happy with me at the moment.

And if I don't close this deal with Carlo Caruso,

I will... most likely be sacked.

Charlie, I am so sorry.

[clicks tongue] Yeah.

So.

Normally when I get this stressed,

I lift weights to blow off steam, you know?

[Julie] Mm.

- Take it you're stressed a lot. - You have no idea.

When I can't lift weights, I cook.

It smells incredible.

Well, I'm making the dish that Verona's famous for.

Pastissada de caval.

See, I believe that if you really want to soak up the culture of a place,

try to eat like the locals do.

[sighs] That's what I always told...

That's what I think.

Would you care to join me?

[chuckles]

Look, you cook a meal like this to eat with your friends and your family.

Not by yourself.

[laughs] We're friends now?

We're friend-adjacent.

- [Julie chuckles] - [Charlie] How's that?

So you'll join me?

I have to shower first.

Perfetto.

["Senza luce (A Whiter Shade of Pale)" playing]

[Julie] Ooh.

- Grazie. - Prego.

- Gosh, it smells so good. - Thank you.

Mm. Wait.

[clicks tongue]

Seriously?

Better safe than sorry.

Hmm. [clicks tongue]

"Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line."

- That's a line... - Princess Bride.

- [Charlie] Right. - Yeah. Got it.

[Charlie chuckles]

Sure?

[music swells]

Good?

It's not poisoned.

And it's good.

- Buon appetito. - Buon appetito.

[Julie] Mm, mm!

- Charlie, this is incredible. - Oh, grazie.

I think you missed your calling.

- Oh yeah? - [Julie] Definitely.

You should have gone to culinary school.

You'd get a Michelin star for this alone.

Well, like I said,

pastissada de caval, it's the dish that Verona is known for.

Wow. What is it, exactly?

Well, it's... right there in the name.

Oh, well, my Italian's kinda limited.

That's a shame.

What is that old quote?

"To have another language is to possess a second soul."

[suspenseful music playing]

Charlie?

Yes, Julie?

What is pastissada de caval?

Horse.

- [Julie retches] - Marinated in wine.

You see, it's the wine that's the secret.

Many of the younger chefs use a Chianti for the base.

But the real chefs

know that it's an amarone della Valpolicella

that really brings out the, um...

[clicks tongue] ...horse.

[groans] You fed me horse?!

Well, when in Rome, right?

This is Verona!

- [yells] - [smashes loudly]

[upbeat Italian music playing]

- [Julie gasps] - [Charlie grunts]

[both grunting]

- [Charlie] Stop moving. - [Julie yelps, gasps]

- [Charlie laughs] - [Julie grunts]

- [Charlie] Oh! - [Julie grunting]

[Charlie] Whoa! Whoa!

- [Julie gasps] - [Charlie] Pasta.

- [both yell] - [Charlie laughs]

[Julie panting]

[laughs]

[quietly] No.

Not the Pecorino.

Ha!

- [glass shatters] - [Julie] You're a monster!

- [Charlie] You put me in jail! - [Julie] You gave away my luggage!

[siren wailing]

[Charlie groans] Not again.

[officer] What is wrong with you?

We celebrate Romeo and Juliet.

Not Montagues and Capulets.

- Yes, sir. - Understood.

If I see either of you again, you'll be spending the night in my villa.

And it's not romantica.

- [whispering] He means jail. - [whispering] Yes, I know.

Capito?

Yes, capito. Yep.

Yep, capito.

[sniffs]

Pastissada de caval?

Eh? Pastissada de caval?

Sì.

Ah, bravi.

- [laughs] - Grazie.

Oh.

- [Julie sighs] - [door closes]

- [police footsteps fading] - [Charlie exhales]

[accordion playing upbeat tune outside]

[Charlie sighs]

Okay. [smacks lips]

No. No.

Definitely not.

[Julie] What are you doing now?

I'm looking for the perfect wine to go with my apology.

Aha.

Here we are.

[Charlie grunts]

- [Julie exhales] - Here. Try this.

And what does this pair with?

Labrador retriever?

[Charlie sighs]

Okay.

Allow me to make two things

perfectly clear.

Firstly, pastissada de caval

really is the classic dish that Verona is famous for.

[Julie] Great.

And secondly,

when marinated in amarone,

a portobello mushroom can taste an awful lot like meat.

- The meat was mushrooms? - Yes.

But I want you to know that everything else in there

was totally authentic...

You told me I ate horse.

Yes.

- You should be ashamed of yourself. - Yeah, I know, right?

But nothing?

Nope.

[Charlie sighs]

Okay, listen, for what it's worth,

I am truly and honestly very sorry.

Uh-huh.

And not just for the fake horse.

Or the diary.

Or the luggage.

[both sigh]

But for being such a total, inexhaustible tosser this entire time.

And I want to say that I'm not usually like that.

But if I'm being completely honest with myself,

I am like that more often than I'm not.

Which means, um...

[in British accent] You're a tosser.

- Yeah, I'm a tosser. - Little bit.

- Who knew? - I knew.

[both laugh]

- [gentle music playing] - [Julie] So what does this wine pair with?

[Charlie] This wine pairs very well

with a better bottle of wine that we already drank.

[Julie chuckles]

It's not great, because it doesn't have to be.

- Efficient. - Yeah.

I like it already.

Here's hoping you don't have an early start tomorrow.

Uh, yes, well, I'm actually free until 7:00 p.m.

[Julie] Ooh.

Got a reception at that vineyard in Valpolicella that I told you about.

So plenty of time to lose a hangover.

[takes a deep breath] Charlie.

Yeah?

Thank you.

For not feeding you horse?

That. And for sharing the villa.

I think, deep down, you're a decent guy. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

- Thank you. - [Julie] Yeah.

I also think you're a closet romantic.

[sighs] Okay, go on then. This'll be good.

How am I a closet romantic?

Okay.

You could stay anywhere in Verona.

[Charlie] Mm-hmm.

But every year, you choose to stay right here

at La Villa Romantica.

Yeah, I told you. It's close to Vinitaly.

It's not that close.

I checked.

You love the wall of love letters and the lovers' locks.

And the hopeless romantics who make the pilgrimage

to the balcony that started it all.

You do know that balcony wasn't added until the 1930s to attract tourism, right?

And Shakespeare never set foot in Verona.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Charlie sighs]

[phone unlocks]

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's good news, actually.

Uh, Devin, one of our sales reps, his wife has gone into labor.

So his room at the Due Torri has become available.

Oh.

- Yeah. [sighs] - [phone locks]

So, uh, guess that means you get the bed tonight.

Are you sure?

Oh yeah. Positive.

The Due Torri's the best hotel in town.

And, from what I understand, completely cat-free.

[Julie chuckles]

Well, the war of the villa is over.

- Julie, quite the competitor. - [Julie chuckles]

Grazie.

- And you know what? - [Julie] Hmm?

[gentle music playing]

I'll actually kind of miss it.

It's the most fun I've ever had in Verona.

Or anywhere else.

[chuckles] Me too.

I was always the girl with a plan.

[Charlie chuckles]

But that went out the window these past few days, and I had no control.

It was actually kind of...

Amazing?

Yeah.

Isn't that weird?

Well, then I guess your weird matches mine.

You know, Charlie,

you have a lot of flaws.

Yes, I do.

But

you're also kind of awesome.

So, I'm... flawesome?

Yeah. That's perfect.

- [Charlie] Yeah? - Flawesome.

Well, so are you.

To being flawesome.

[both chuckle]

To being flawesome.

- [glasses clink] - [gentle music fades]

[Julie] Wine importing.

Your job sounds like so much fun.

- Yeah, it does, doesn't it? - [calming piano music playing]

Although, most of my day is spent on the phone

in a small six-by-six cubicle,

which I call my practice coffin.

[Julie giggles]

It's, uh... It's actually remarkably soul-crushing work.

But it does allow me to taste some of the best wines in the world,

so... there is that.

So what would you do?

What do you mean?

What would you do, Charlie?

If you could do anything.

[Charlie sighs]

Okay.

Um...

[clicks tongue] I'd buy a vineyard somewhere.

- Huh. - [Charlie] In Tuscany.

Um, nothing fancy, you know.

It... It would be small.

[Julie] Okay.

[Charlie] But, uh, yeah. It would be mine.

So why don't you do it?

[Charlie] Ooh, no.

Now, that's a bad investment.

And I am very risk-averse by nature.

What about you?

What would you do?

What do you mean? I'm doing it.

Your dream is to be a third-grade English teacher?

Uh, yeah. [chuckles]

I love teaching little kids.

I love the look on their faces

when they learn something new.

I love how they light up

when they find a story that they connect to.

So, yeah.

I love what I do.

[calming music swells]

[Julie takes a deep breath]

[coin jingles]

You are literally throwing away your money.

You know that, right?

Maybe.

[in singsong] But maybe not.

Well, what'd you wish for?

- I can't tell you that. - Oh, come on.

Fine.

But only if you do something with me first.

[Charlie chuckles]

- What is it? - [Julie laughs] It's a surprise.

- [Charlie] I don't like the sound of that. - [Julie] Just trust me.

[calming music building]

[Charlie] Don't rush me.

[Julie] Come on.

[Charlie] The germs on it must be ridiculous.

[both laugh]

[calming music fades]

Just do it already.

Look, it's too creepy.

It's tradition.

You hold her right breast, and you make a wish for love.

And if you're a true romantic, the spirit of Giulietta will grant it.

[Charlie takes a breath]

[shudders] She was 13 years old.

Can you stop making it so weird?

I'm not making it weird. It already is weird.

Just do it.

Right.

[blows]

- Sorry. - That's weird.

Ooh, it's cold.

Okay, come on. Your turn.

- I'm not doing it on my own. - Okay. All right.

[Julie grunts]

[gentle music playing]

You are supposed to make a wish.

[softly] Okay.

Yeah.

I just did.

So did I.

[chimes playing]

[sighs] So...

Still going to the hotel?

I'm late,

and it's a bit drunk.

[Julie cracks up]

Wait.

Um, I'll crash on the couch, if that's okay.

It's only fitting, after all.

Buona notte, Charlie.

Buona notte,

Juliet.

- [Julie sighs] - [bright music playing]

[Julie exhales]

[Charlie sighs deeply]

[exhales]

[bright music fades]

["Sì o no (Please Don't Go)" playing]

[Charlie snoring]

[Julie] Oops.

[Charlie snoring loudly]

[song fades out]

- Good morning. - [Charlie snores, gasps]

Oh, bollocks. Why are you yelling?

[chuckles] Here.

Drink this cappuccino.

You'll feel better.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

[bright music playing]

[Charlie] Bloody hell.

You've ruined the place.

[Julie laughs] Come on.

We have got plans.

[splutters] Wait, what do you mean?

- What kind of plans? - It's your first day in Verona.

Okay. What do you mean by that?

You've been here six times, and you've never seen the place.

You need a tour.

And I... am your tour guide.

[Charlie scoffs]

Okay, uh...

[scoffs] What about Vinitaly?

Well, you said you were free until the reception in Bardolino tonight,

which is on the way back from Lake Garda, which we are definitely seeing,

so we'll be there by 7:00 sharp.

We?

I'm not missing the chance at seeing a working vineyard.

[Charlie sighs]

Okay. Yeah, sure.

Um...

Let's see Verona. [chuckles]

Can I shower?

- [sniffs] I think that's a good idea. - Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[gentle music playing]

- [camera shutter clicks] - [Julie chuckles]

[Julie takes a deep breath]

[Charlie] What is this? Some kind of Italian sweatshop?

These are the secretaries di Giulietta.

They receive over 15,000 love letters each year.

Each one addressed to "Dear Juliet."

And they answer every one.

[Charlie] I don't get it.

Why would anyone want to spend their days writing letters

on behalf of a fictional girl that's been dead for 700 years?

Ha.

[clicks tongue] Because... love, right?

There's hope for you yet, Fletcher.

[Julie gasps]

[tourists chattering below]

[Julie sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[Julie inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[birds singing]

[Julie] So, you have five brothers?

- [Charlie] Mm-hmm. - [Julie] Wow.

And you grew up as the only child.

What was that like?

[guitar music playing]

- My parents were very passionate people. - [Charlie] Mm-hmm.

[Julie] Crazy about each other.

[chuckles] It was always so...

Sweet?

[Julie scoffs]

Embarrassing.

Explain, please.

[Julie laughs] They were constantly making out.

[Charlie] Well, I mean, that's incredibly sweet.

And gross, actually.

It set the bar impossibly high.

But I was certain that if I... waited long enough,

I was destined for a life of romance.

Okay. [chuckles]

Let me tell you something.

- Destiny... is a fantasy. - [Julie] Mm-hmm?

- And it's a pretty misguided one at that. - Um, explain, please.

[Charlie] Okay, so, let's say...

[upbeat music playing]

...I meet a girl

in Verona,

and we fall madly in love.

You would say that is destiny, right?

Right.

Okay, so that means I had nothing to do with it.

That the outcome was predetermined, correct?

That's what destiny is.

So, what is romantic about that?

Because once you take the choice out of the equation,

we're just puppets on some cosmic strings,

being pulled along to a preordained conclusion.

But if there are, what,

four billion women in the world?

And then I choose one above everyone else...

now,

that's romantic.

[softly] Yeah.

[gently] Yeah.

[bells tolling in distance]

[Julie takes a deep breath]

[exhales deeply]

[cell phone alert chimes]

That's our ride to Lake Garda.

Called an Uber?

Even better.

[Uberto laughing]

["Funiculì, Funiculà" playing]

Bloody hell.

[tires screeching]

[Uberto] Whoo!

[Uberto continues laughing]

[Uberto exclaims]

[cheers] Whoo!

[chuckles] You really have to try this.

Sì, Charlie. It's my mamma recipe.

- Mia mamma. - [Charlie] Uberto!

- [horn blares] - [Uberto yells]

[tires squeal]

[Uberto shouting in Italian]

Mm! The secret is in the ricotta.

[Uberto clicks tongue]

- [tires squeal] - [Charlie screams]

[Uberto exclaims]

[laughing]

["Funiculì, Funiculà" ends]

[Julie] Okay, so, I've talked about my parents

and their embarrassing displays of affection.

- [Charlie chuckles] - [Julie] What about yours?

[Charlie] Oh, uh...

Yeah, my parents were normal.

[gentle music playing]

They hated each other.

[Julie chuckles]

[Charlie] Well, that's not true.

My dad loved my mum.

Actually, he was... he was pretty crazy about her.

She was beautiful.

You know, everyone used to say so.

It's funny though.

I always felt this... desperation from him.

So worried that he would lose her.

Did he?

Yeah.

Yeah, he did.

And to this day,

uh, I don't know if he was right all along or

if she just got tired of him expecting it to happen.

You know? Like some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.

I learned then that the power in any relationship

resides with the one who cares less.

That's a sad way to think.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

[Charlie takes a deep breath]

[gulls calling]

[gentle music fades]

[band playing]

[birds singing]

- [tires squeal] - [Charlie] Welcome to Castelo di Caruso.

[Julie] This is incredible.

[Charlie] Yeah, but don't let all this fool you.

Carlo Caruso is up to his neck in debt.

[Julie] Poor guy. Hope he makes it.

[Charlie] Yeah. I think you're forgetting why we're here.

[guests chattering indistinctly]

There he is.

- [Julie] That's the owner? - [Charlie] Yeah.

Fantastic winemaker.

But a terrible businessman.

Signor Fletcher.

- Scusate, ragazzi. - [speaking Italian]

[Charlie] Ciao, Carlo.

- Buonasera. - [Carlo] Buonasera, buonasera.

Uh, Carlo, this is my friend Julie.

- [Carlo] Buonasera, signorina. - Buonasera.

- Your vineyard is so beautiful. - [Carlo] Oh, grazie.

Yes, and expensive to keep up. [chuckles]

We are struggling to cover our costs.

As I explained,

we need to raise our prices, or we will have to lay off all our staff.

Well, have you had time to go over the offer?

Listen, my bosses want an answer by tomorrow,

or they've asked me to move on to Marco Petrucelli.

Petrucelli's amarone is not even Superiore DOC.

Yeah, listen, Carlo, I agree.

But you have the offer.

Okay?

[man 1] Fletcher!

Oh God. Uh, I'd better go and say hello.

Yes, and I will give Julie the tour, if...

- [softly] Yeah. - Ah.

- Grazie. - Thank you.

Forgive me, but, uh, your boyfriend is a shark.

[whispering] Sì, but he's not my boyfriend.

[song ends]

Is something funny?

Uh, no, it's just that sometimes, you know, we are the last to know.

[guests applaud]

Please.

[Julie gasps]

Wow.

[gentle piano music playing]

[Carlo] Hmm?

[Julie takes a deep breath]

[Carlo] This vineyard has been in my family for almost 800 years.

Here, we are born with the grapes in our blood.

I'm just a farmer, Julie.

You know, I'm trying to keep the legacy alive.

Let's drink to good fortune. God knows I need it.

- Good, huh? - [Julie exhales]

It's divine.

Hmm. Maybe it's divine to you, but to Charlie, it's worth about 18 euros.

What? That's crazy.

Yeah. I don't know what to do.

[clicks tongue] I could play it safe, take the deal.

Or risk everything

and go with my heart.

Well, if there's one thing that I've learned since coming to Verona,

it's l'amore trova una via.

[Carlo chuckles softly]

[band playing upbeat tune]

[crickets chirping]

[Charlie speaking indistinctly below]

Well, it's always great to see an old master at one of these events.

[man 2] Okay. Grazie, Charlie.

See you next year.

Grazie. See you next year.

Wow.

[Uberto] Mm.

Ah.

[laughing]

[Julie chuckles]

[Carlo] Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah. Amazing.

There you are. I was starting to think you two had run off together.

- [all laugh] - Carlo let me try his amarone.

[Charlie] Oh.

It's good, right?

Ah, transcendent.

Well, I don't know about transcendent, but...

No, no, no. Transcendent.

Julie, you've lit a fire in my belly.

My amarone is the best in Verona. No, actually, it's the best in all Veneto.

- Carlo, let's not get carried away. - No.

Julie, grazie.

- Charlie? - Yeah?

- No deal. - No d...

- Ciao. - Wait.

[scoffs] What?

- [door opens] - [Carlo] Yes.

[door closes]

[Charlie scoffs]

What did you say?

I just told him the truth.

Well, why would you do that? But...

Oh man, my bosses are gonna be livid.

Well, look on the bright side. You didn't take advantage of him.

[Charlie] Mm.

Doesn't that feel good?

[song ends]

Yes.

- [Julie laughs] - [guests applaud]

- [Uberto laughing wildly] - [band continues playing]

[Uberto chuckles]

- Would you like to dance? - Dance?

Yeah.

[gently] I can't.

[softly] Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry. It's just...

You don't have to explain.

It's fine.

- [song stops abruptly] - [engine revving]

Okay, Julie, here's the thing.

Surprise!

Cassie?

OMG. You should see your face.

Mwah.

- [Cassie gasps] - What are you doing here?

I thought I'd stop by on the way to the Paris show. Surprised?

How... How did you get in here?

Well, I just climbed onto the balcony. [chuckles] Anyone could do it.

I'm Cassie. And... And you are?

Julie.

[Cassie] Hi.

Hi.

Silvio, um, he double-booked the villa, so, um, we've been sharing it.

Oh.

That's awful.

I mean, OMG. What a gas.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure Charlie's told you all about me.

- We're actually... - We're on a break.

At least, that's what you called it when you went to New York.

- Ancient history. - It was two weeks ago.

Recent history. Whatever.

The truth is Charlie and I have had our fair share of drama.

We're on, we're off. We're on, we're off.

We're engaged. [chuckles]

- Oh. - It's beautiful, isn't it?

Congratulations... on your engagement.

- So, now you've got a third flatmate. - [Julie and Cassie chuckle]

Actually, Charlie was just moving out.

- Oh. - Yes.

Devin's wife had a baby,

so I'm moving into his room at the Due Torri.

Oh.

The Due Torri.

Best hotel in Verona.

[chuckles] I can never understand why Charlie rents this dump

year after year.

[chuckles]

You should come over for a drink later.

No, I have to catch an early tour bus in the morning.

OMG. [chuckles]

A tour bus?

You're adorable.

Nice meeting you.

[Cassie] You too.

[somber music playing]

Goodbye, Charlie.

A tour bus? Could you imagine?

[door opens]

[footsteps fading]

[splutters] Charlie?

[Charlie] Julie!

Julie, wait.

- Wait! - [Julie] What?

I was gonna tell you about her. I swear.

Look. It's complicated between us.

You don't have to explain anything.

This whole week,

it didn't mean anything.

[crickets chirping]

You don't believe that.

You don't know what I believe.

You don't know anything about me.

- Julie, please don't do this. - I never wanna speak to you again.

Don't call me. Don't text me.

The next time your phone doesn't ring? That's me.

That was a lot better in my head.

[sighs]

[Julie exhales]

- [music fades] - [car horn blaring]

- [bellhop clears throat] - [Charlie] Oh.

- Um... - [camera shutter clicking]

Here. Just take it all.

- Grazie, signore. - Grazie.

[Charlie sighs]

Now, this is more like it.

Charlie, will you make dinner reservations for tomorrow night?

- Charlie. - [Charlie] Hmm?

[Cassie] Dinner reservations. The Yard.

Right. Yeah. Of course.

You can invite your flatmate if you want.

Yeah, I don't think she'll come.

[Cassie] I think she may have developed a little crush on you.

Poor thing.

She looked like a lovesick puppy back there. [laughs]

[grunts]

Ugh.

Oh, it's prosecco.

I can have some champagne sent up, if you like.

Don't worry. I'm gonna take a soak.

[gentle music playing]

[faucet squeaks]

- [Charlie sighs] - [water running]

[crickets chirping outside]

[Julie chuckles]

[cat meows]

Sorry.

No olives today.

[cat meows]

[Julie sighs]

- [bells tolling] - [birds singing]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[Julie gasps softly]

Charlie?

[Julie sighs]

Hi, Julie.

[bells ringing]

Brandon.

[indistinct chatter]

[accordion playing in distance]

[Julie sighs] Well, I, uh...

I can't believe you're here. What happened to needing some space?

[Brandon] Uh, well, I... [chuckles]

I got my space.

And when I did,

I just wanted to fill it with you.

Julie, I got scared.

I got scared, and I was a fool.

Keep goin'.

- Doin' great. - Oh.

[Julie sniffles]

Well, after some time to think,

it just... became so clear, you know?

You just make sense.

And my parents love you. My sister loves you. [chuckles]

Everyone at work, they're constantly asking,

"Oh, where's Julie? How's Julie?"

Well, what about you?

- What? - What about you, Brandon?

How do you feel about us?

[Julie takes a deep breath]

I'm... I'm here, aren't I?

[somber music playing]

[excited chatter]

[Charlie] The tannins are a little tight, you know?

[man] It's gonna open up soon. In two years.

Well, maybe I'll see you in two years.

- Grazie. - Thanks. You know where to find me.

Okay.

[somber music swells]

[somber music fades]

[Brandon] Julie, you were right the entire time.

[chuckling] I mean, Verona is spellbinding.

[Julie chuckles]

Uh...

Where are we?

Oh, this place was rated number one on TripAdvisor.

You're gonna love it.

- [diners chattering] - Hi.

Prenotazione?

Oh, sorry...

Reservations?

Yes. No, we don't have any.

I'm sorry, signore, but we are fully committed this evening.

Uh, no, I... I saw you have, uh, some tables out on the patio.

Maybe we could, uh, get one of those?

As I said, we are fully committed.

Perhaps you could try one of those food vendors over in the forum.

It's fine. Thank you, really.

Julie?

[piano music playing]

Oh God.

OMG!

- I can't believe it. - [Julie] Hey.

[Cassie sighs]

And who's this?

This is my...

Brandon.

Or "Brandon," for short.

- He's never gonna believe it. Never. - Help me.

[Brandon grunts]

Guess who's here!

- It's Julie and Brandon. - Oh.

You're Brandon?

Yeah.

And you are?

Um...

This is Charlie.

And I'm Cassie. Did you two already have dinner?

No, apparently there's no tables available.

- Aw. Oh. - Yeah, so...

Why don't you join us?

[both] No

Don't be silly. We have a table for four, and it's the two of us.

- Uh, you really wouldn't mind? - Oh, come on.

Take a seat.

[laughing] Okay.

[Brandon exhales]

[Brandon] So, how do you all know each other?

[Cassie] Charlie and Julie got stuck sharing the same villa.

Isn't that a gas?

[Brandon chuckles]

What? You... You never told me that.

[Cassie] I mean, could you imagine?

Being stuck with a complete stranger for an entire week.

[Brandon] No.

[Cassie] I couldn't think of anything worse.

- [Brandon chuckles] - Care to see the wine list?

[both] Yes!

- [upbeat music playing] - Someone's thirsty. [laughs]

[cork pops loudly]

So, you surprised her?

Yeah, totally. Just like you.

OMG. Isn't that crazy, Charlie?

- Brandon surprised Julie too. - Wow.

Lot of surprises going around here.

Like people taking showers and putting on dirty underwear.

So, what do you do, Brandon?

Oh, I'm a district attorney for the city of Saint Paul.

An attorney. Well, that's impressive.

- Isn't it, Charlie? - [Charlie] Mm.

It sounds a lot more exciting than it is.

My job is probably 90% paperwork.

Well, Charlie knows all about that. Don't you, darling?

He works for the largest wine importer in London.

You see, that is the job that I want.

You're drinking wine all day long.

But he spends most of his time in this sad little cubicle of...

What do you call it, dear?

His practice coffin.

[Cassie] That's it.

And what about you? What do you do, Julie?

She's a third-grade teacher.

[Cassie] Oh!

OMG. That's adorable.

What... What age is that?

Five?

No, that's kindergarten.

[takes a deep breath] No, third grade is actually...

It's eight-to, um, nine-year-olds.

Oh. Oh.

That's not so cute, is it?

More... More of like an... awkward age.

All those missing teeth.

Hmm.

But there must be some cute ones in there too.

[chuckles, under breath] They are cute.

Oh God.

Oh. No, you can't pour the wine like that. Okay, now...

The wine needs to breathe. It needs oxygen.

If you got... You know what?

Fine. Sure. Get it all in there.

Why not? That's also... good.

[tapping bottle]

[Cassie] Go, Julie.

- Can I get you anything? - Yeah.

Can I have another bottle and a straw?

- She's kidding. - [Julie chuckles]

She's not.

Uh, so, Cassie,

what do you do?

Wait, uh... Let me guess. You're a model.

- [chuckling] Well, I was a model. - [Julie slurping]

Of course you were.

But all those runways and haute couture, I mean, it's... it's just so boring.

[Julie continues slurping]

[Cassie] So, I decided to create my own designs instead.

We're debuting our new line at the Paris Fashion Show this weekend.

I mean, we're only a couple years old, so we're going through growing pains.

But with any luck, we... we hope to be in the black next year.

[Charlie] Cassie's being modest.

They actually had a spread in Vogue last month.

[Brandon] Oh, wow.

Congratulations.

Well, Australian Vogue.

No way. There's an Aussie Vogue?

[Cassie] Well, it's really... It's not a big deal.

Oh, of course it is.

Obviously you're

over-koala-fied.

[chuckles]

Ow.

Brandon is also being modest.

[slurring] He is the youngest DA in the history of the Twin Cities.

[Brandon] Well, second-youngest.

And he was also a college football star.

[Charlie] Mm.

- Go, Gophers. - And...

[Julie sighs]

He's...

Drives an Audi.

- Well... Uh, well, congrats to Brandon. - Yeah, congratulations, Brandon.

- [Brandon] Yeah. - I thought you'd drive a Volvo.

- Congrats to Brandon. - [Charlie] Lovely.

Oh...

- Ah. - Oh. [chuckles]

[Julie sighs]

Excuse me, but are you Julie?

- [Julie] Uh-huh. - [woman 1 gasps] I told you it was her.

Sorry to interrupt.

We just want to tell you that you are an inspiration to us.

I just went through a breakup myself, and it was devastating.

But I read your diary on Juliet's wall, and it was like you were speaking to me.

If you're not giving up on love, neither am I.

- That's great. - Oh, and Brandon is an arse.

- Uh, what? - A major arse.

Long story, Brandon.

- Stay strong, Julie. - For all of us.

- [woman 1] Cheers. - [woman 2] Bye. Bye.

[Julie] Mm.

Uh...

- What were they talking about? - About me?

- Well, how do they know you? - Why am I an ass?

Ah! Saved by the straw.

- Ah. - Oh, Jesus.

In bocca al lupo.

Ah, oh, no.

- [snorts] It's just... - Okay.

Um, okay, I think... I think that's our cue, right?

- [Julie slurps] - No. Just... Good.

It was very nice to have dinner with both of you.

Um, we're gonna leave.

- Cassie, good luck on your show. - Thank you.

Uh, good luck... Good luck with that.

Okay. Come on.

- All right. - So much for being flawesome, huh?

Oh my God.

She was so... weird.

- Yeah. - [song ends]

[Charlie] Yeah, she is.

- I'm a little drunk. - [both chuckle]

I know. That's okay. I got you.

Okay. Okay.

Is that it?

- Huh? - Behind us.

Oh.

Yup.

That's where Giulietta calls out for her Romeo.

What does she say again?

[Julie chuckles]

You'll laugh.

No, I won't.

I promise.

[Julie takes a deep breath]

[gentle music playing]

"Romeo,

Romeo...

[background sounds fade]

...wherefore art thou Romeo?"

[Cassie speaking indistinctly]

[Julie] "Deny thy father...

and refuse thy name."

"Or if thou wilt not...

be but sworn my love..."

[Cassie] ...boring Verona.

Cassie?

- [music fades] - [diners chattering]

I'm done.

What... What about my tiramisu?

No. No, no. [scoffs]

I'm done.

- [Cassie laughs] - [Charlie chuckles]

Wait. Wait, you're serious?

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - [Cassie] No, I'm sorry.

You're breaking up with me?

- Shocking, I know. - [Cassie] That doesn't make any sense.

You'll never get another woman like me, Charlie.

Mm-hmm. Kinda the point.

I'll tell everyone it was my decision.

That I decided to break it off.

Yeah, of course. Who would doubt it?

That I got bored with you

and needed someone more stimulating.

And my job was a dead end. Ooh, and I was miserable all the time.

- Yes, that's good. - Need more reasons? I got heaps of them.

No, no. I can take it from here, thanks.

Okay.

[sighs]

So... what are you gonna do now?

[Charlie clicks tongue]

I was thinking I might buy a small piece of land somewhere in Tuscany.

Make some wine. [chuckles]

Lose all my money and be happy for once.

Well...

Good luck, Charlie.

[Charlie sighs]

You're going to need it. [chuckles]

[Charlie chuckles softly]

Okay, bye.

[Julie sighs]

[Brandon] Julie?

- Uh... - [dramatic music playing]

- [cat yowls] - Ah!

[cats meowing]

Stupid bloody cats.

- [meowing continues] - [Charlie exhales]

Julie Hutton, will you marry me?

[Charlie panting]

[music fades out]

[Brandon chuckles softly]

[Charlie sighs]

[somber music playing]

Brandon?

Yes, Julie?

Do you think I'm weird?

[chuckles] What?

[Julie] It's okay if you do.

I mean, everyone is weird in their own way.

You just have to find the one whose weird matches yours.

- Sure. - [Julie] You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Um...

No.

I... I'm sorry, Julie.

I... I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Julie sighs]

Yeah.

I know.

- [Julie sighs] - [Brandon] Uh...

I thought this was what you wanted.

So did I.

[splutters] No... What did I do?

You didn't do anything.

I did.

[music fades]

["Give Me Light" playing]

♪ Fear ♪

♪ Don't you find me now ♪

♪ Don't you make me blind no, no ♪

♪ Don't you tie me down ♪

♪ And, love ♪

♪ Don't you go so far ♪

♪ Don't leave me in the cold no, no ♪

♪ Don't keep me in the dark ♪

♪ All along the road ♪

♪ Give me light, give me light ♪

♪ I'm tired of being alone ♪

♪ Every night, every night ♪

♪ Struck out, cold ♪

♪ In my fright, in my fright ♪

♪ I need it in my bones ♪

♪ Give me light, give me light ♪

[song fades out]

[indistinct chatter]

[accordion playing]

[Cassie typing]

Cassie?

Brandon.

OMG.

- Hi. [gasps] - Hi.

How are you? Where's Julie?

- Uh, we broke up. - Oh, you're kidding.

It gets better.

I proposed to her last night, and she turned me down flat.

Ooh.

Asked me if I thought she was... weird.

So... I think I might be the most pathetic person in all of Verona.

Well, I'll take that bet.

What?

[scoffs] You're kidding.

Some City of Love, right?

How does Charlie let a woman like you go?

I know. I'm out of his league.

You're... You're playing a different sport.

[both chuckle]

- [violin playing "Santa Lucia"] - [Cassie] Mm.

Um, I'm grabbing a drink before I head to the airport.

Would you care to join me?

Yeah. I'd love that.

Great.

Okay.

[Brandon sighs]

Well, you know what they say.

Don't cry because it happened. Smile because it's over.

Sì, signori?

Two proseccos, please.

[indistinct chatter]

- [coin jingles, splashes] - [Silvio chuckles]

Charlie.

- Charlie! - [Charlie] Ciao, Silvio.

- Come stai? [laughs] - [Charlie] Ciao.

Allora.

How was your stay here at La Villa Romantica this year?

Oh, um...

- Magnifico. - Oh.

I told you, destino.

Yeah.

Afraid not.

Um... Julie's boyfriend came into town yesterday, and

by last night, he was her fiancé.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - [Charlie] Yeah.

[Silvio] What will you do now?

What do you mean?

Charlie, haven't you learned anything at La Villa Romantica?

L'amore trova una via.

[bright music playing]

[tourists chattering]

[Julie sighs]

[Uberto laughing]

Time to go?

Sì, Uberto.

And how was your stay?

Was Verona everything you hoped?

[softly] More.

[Julie sighs]

I... I...

I forgot something.

Okay.

[Charlie] "O speak again, bright angel!"

[quietly] Charlie.

[gentle music playing]

[Charlie] "For thou art

as glorious to this night,

being o'er my head,

as is a winged messenger of heaven

when he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds

and sails upon the bosom of the air."

[music fades]

[Charlie sighs]

[door creaks open]

[gentle music playing]

What are you doing here?

I broke up with Cassie.

Turns out I'm in love with someone else.

You see, the thing is,

I think we were both right.

I think there is such a thing as destiny.

But...

you still have to choose whether to accept it or not.

[sighs]

And I choose you, Julie.

Why?

Because I miss laughing with you.

I miss fighting with you.

I really miss eating fake horse with you.

[Julie laughs]

And...

I know that you're engaged.

I saw last night,

and I know I'm probably too late now.

But...

if you don't feel the same way, then...

I think this would be a greater tragedy than Romeo and Juliet ever was.

[bright music playing]

His weird didn't match mine.

[Charlie] Wow.

Silvio was right.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[both] Love finds a way.

[Julie] Well, I know one thing.

["Scrivile scemo" playing]

He is definitely getting five stars.

Brava, bella. [laughs]

["Scrivile scemo" continues playing]

[song fades]

[gentle music playing]