[Birds calling] [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Ah.

Bellissima.

Si.

[Speaking Italian] Ciao, Carolina.

Arrivederci, signora.

♪ Bella: Buongiorno!

♪ [Thunder] [Indistinct chatter] [Car horns honking] Man: Taxi!

Boy: Get your newspaper!

"Europe to experience total eclipse."

[Indistinct chatter] Cecil: They can't get enough of the stuff.

Of course, knowing my luck, they'll change the law before I can make any proper money, but if it stays like this for a year or two... Julia: Cecil.

Hmm?

Are you smoking?

I rather think I might be.

You might have let the magic linger.

You're beginning to sound like my wife.

And how is the sainted Isabella?

How the hell should I know?

Really, one could almost wish oneself back in Italy with her given that ghastly noise.

Honestly, Cecil, I mean, where even is Pimlico anyway?

It's Belgravia, thank you very much, Julia, and rather like you, it serves my needs.

And your budget.

What's the point of anywhere grander?

Especially as we only seem to spend time in the bedroom.

Heh.

I shall have to go back, you know.

Heh.

Like father, like son.

What do you mean "like son"?

Oh.

You haven't heard?

No.

My spy in the camp.

What spy in the camp?

Try not to be dense, darling.

You don't really think that I lent them my second best maid out of the goodness of my heart, do you?

Mary has been told to pack a trunk for Italy, but only one.

Young Mr. Ainsworth will be traveling alone.

Lucian going back to Italy on his own?

Running back to Mother.

Oh.

Pff.

Bleating how ghastly his father's been no doubt, little beast.

Have you spoken to Rose?

She says she's "Too unwell to travel."

At least she's learned the value of keeping up appearances.

Feeling sick, you say?

You think she might be... [Whistles] Oh, good Lord, no.

You sound terribly sure.

Well, that's the other thing Mary told me.

They have yet to share a bed.

After 5 months of marriage?

E-very-gads.

[Sighs] ♪ [Waves crashing] [Thunder] [Horse neighs] [Door opens] [Thunder] Rose?

Rose?

[Knocks on door] Are you sleeping?

How are you feeling with the migraine?

It'll be time for me to be leaving soon.

Is it that time already?

I do feel terrible leaving you here without-- Just think.

This time on Friday, you'll be sipping cappuccinos and swimming in the Mediterranean.

You could be, too, you know.

Well, I can't swim, and I don't like coffee.

It's not my decision, you know.

It is my mother.

Heh.

It is.

It's these new spa rooms that she's planning.

She's being a-- a ball of anxiety about the whole thing.

Agreeing to go over there was the only way I could think of to placate her.

[Car horn honking] Well, the taxi's here, so... ♪ I'll, uh...I'll send Mary in with some tea.

Lucian.

Remember me to everyone, won't you?

Heh.

♪ [Door opens] [Door shuts] [Thunder] ♪ [Rings bicycle bell] Buongiorno, signora.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

Come stai, Count.

Buongiorno, Bella.

[Indistinct] Oh, darling.

Alice: Yes?

I've got a little gift for you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Constance: Yes, Mr. Thompson.

I will let you know.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Did you get everything you need, Mrs. Ainsworth?

I did, Constance, and a few things I don't need.

Well, I'm sure the guests will appreciate them.

Was that phone call anything I should concern myself with?

Yes.

That was Mr. Thompson calling from the consulate, asking after a room for next week for a couple traveling on to Florence, I believe.

Dear, I do hope that you were suitably apologetic, my dear.

Uh, no, ma'am.

I said I thought we could squeeze them in.

What?

Oh, botheration.

Did I do wrong, ma'am?

No, no, no, no.

It's entirely my fault.

I forgot to tell you Lucian's coming, and I'm going to put him in the Cheltenham Suite, so there will be absolutely no room for anyone else.

Mr. Ainsworth-- he'll be here next week?

Bella: No.

Friday lunchtime, my dear.

Oh.

Well, I'll be very glad to see him again, him and Mrs. Ainsworth.

Oh, no.

Well, you'll have to wait for the pleasure of Rose's company.

Lucian will be coming alone.

In fact, will you tell Betty and the others that he'll be arriving?

I completely forgot.

What's she done now?

Oh.

Will you stop it, darling?

She's being most helpful.

Mr. Thompson, Bella Ainsworth.

♪ Man: Your luggage has all been sent ahead, sir.

Good morning, sir.

♪ Safe travels, Mr. Ainsworth.

♪ [Door creaks] Alice: Paola... why do I have to keep chasing you?

The tables aren't laid for lunch.

Sorry, signora.

Betty: Oh, there'll be no lunch, Mrs. Mays-Smith, until we get cleaned up down here.

Get what cleaned up?

Footprints.

Dirty, great big ones.

They're walking in mud, cement dust, and God knows what else right through my kitchen.

Betty, please.

Oh, gracious Lord, have mercy.

Not again.

Madre di Dio!

Man: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Scusi!

Scusi.

Mi dispiace.

Morning, afternoon, and evening.

It's like blooming Piccadilly Circus.

It's only a couple of weeks.

Ha!

A couple of weeks?

Well, we will have lost our minds long before then, won't we, Paola, luv?

Betty, you just have to get used to it.

When the treatment rooms open, there will be guests here all day long.

I don't care whether it's Queen Mary or the great unwashed like me.

If I have to put up with workmen traipsing through my kitchen all the hours God sends, it'll be the food that suffers.

[Clang] ♪ [Sighs] ♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Constance, will you please help Paola with the tables?

I'll get on to it, ma'am.

Honestly, Mother, without Lottie to look after her, what is it that she does all day?

Well, she's been helping me with my paperwork.

Ah.

Shirking her responsibilities.

No, no.

Alice.

Alice, Alice, wait, wait.

Listen.

You'd do well to be nicer to Constance.

She's been extremely helpful towards me.

I know what it is you're worried about.

That she's going to replace you, that you'll come back from holiday and find I don't need you anymore.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Exactly.

Constance is a dear girl, and she's a very fast learner, but she could never, ever replace you, my darling.

We'd be utterly lost without you, all of us.

Just you wait and see.

The place will run to wrack and ruin in your absence.

10 days is rather a long time.

Maybe I shouldn't go.

Oh, good gracious.

What happened to footloose and fancy free?

You must let your hair down for once.

You're starting to sound like Daddy.

Well, he did occasionally speak sense, I suppose.

Come along.

Let's finish the job together.

♪ [Horns honking, engines revving] [Indistinct chatter] Here you are, sir.

Ah, look what the cat's dragged in.

Edmund.

Saunders, be a good chap, would you?

Send the sommelier back.

This Burgundy's really rather thin stuff.

Sanders: Of course.

Oh, God.

Perhaps we'd be better off with a good single malt.

Oh, so it's true, then?

What's true?

This yarn Ross Cannon's been spinning me about my previously impecunious little brother placing a gargantuan order with his distillery.

200 gallons a month, I think he said.

Mungo shouldn't be discussing my business affairs with you.

It's a private matter.

Except, dear boy, he's one of my closest friends, and I damn well made the introduction.

Not for personal consumption then?

Hardly.

I wouldn't put anything past you.

I'm getting my hands dirty with a little import and export, that's all.

Ross Cannon mentioned Bermuda.

Sounds like enough whiskey to sink the place.

Edmund, it's all perfectly aboveboard.

Murky business, more like, much like that nonsense with Grandpapa's "Rubens."

Look.

I'm just the middleman.

I buy at one price, crate up, ship out, sell on at another.

What happens after it reaches its destination, well, that's someone else's problem.

Hmm.

You'll be staying for lunch, no doubt.

Hmm.

They have steak and kidney pudding on a Thursday.

Ah.

Why not?

I might even pick up the bill.

Wonders will never cease.

Ha ha ha!

How's that fragrant wife of yours?

Uh, still beavering away in that hotel of hers.

You'll be planning to summer there, of course.

I hadn't thought to.

I... Really, Cecil.

You're more of a fool than I took you for.

That beautiful girl, those marvelous children.

If you paid even the slightest heed to the misery of most men's marriages, you wouldn't be swanning around here eating nursery food.

[Train whistle blows] ♪ [Train whistle blowing] ♪ [Conductor blows whistle] ♪ [Indistinct chatter] [Train whistle blows] Man: Portofino, Portofino.

Excuse me.

♪ Billy!

Master Lucian, good to see you, sir.

Good to see you, too.

You look well, sir.

Thank you very much.

Just these?

Yes.

Uh, th-there's another one in the-- in the carriage.

OK.

Thank you.

♪ [Train whistle blows] ♪ Billy: I have to keep reminding meself not to call you Master Lucian.

Ha ha!

It really wouldn't matter if you did, Billy.

That married life's suiting you, isn't it, sir?

Well, all your linen and meals sorted, someone to chew the fat with, devoted to your comfort.

Well, you seem rather taken with the idea.

Oh, I am, sir.

Only trouble is she keeps refusing me.

Lucian: Perhaps Miss March is spoken for.

What about a local girl?

There must be some pretty signorina or other who's caught your eye.

I don't have time for that, sir.

Me ma'am and yours have got me running round like a blue-assed fly these days.

How about you, Miss March?

You must have found a way to keep busy ever since Lottie went off to stay with your grandparents.

I've been promoted, Mr. Ainsworth.

Really?

You've been promoted?

Assistant manager, no less.

She'll be too grand for the likes of me before we know it.

Heh heh.

♪ Driver: Hyah!

♪ Constance: I'm sure everyone meant to be here to greet you, Mr. Ainsworth.

They're rushed off their feet, that's all.

Billy: Yeah.

They'll be rolling out the red carpet before you know it, sir.

Oof!

♪ Luce!

Luce!

Oh, my darling!

I was so worried you might not make your connections, and here you are!

No.

plain sailing the whole way.

Alice: Return of the prodigal.

The fatted calf has been slaughtered.

The Kingsleys are anxious to get going.

Of course.

Darling, would you give me one moment?

Of course.

Please, please Don't stay on my account.

Alice: This is your bill.

[Indistinct chatter] ♪ Billy's dad and me never spent more than one night apart in nearly 28 years of marriage.

Well, they're not the same as us, Betty.

Yes, well, that's as may be, but men are men, aren't they, Paola, hey, whether they're born with a silver spoon or the taste of coal dust.

I would not have trusted Albert Scanlon to go to the shops at the end of our street on his own, let alone go gallivanting off to Italy.

Well, I'm sure Rose has her reasons.

Oh, Rose.

I--I knew she were trouble the minute I laid eyes on her.

That gormless pea and the princess type that one is, and she's barely on nodding terms with a square meal.

Oh, Mr. Ainsworth.

Lucian: Betty.

Hello.

Welcome home, sir.

My mother said that you might be short of a few things, Darjeeling, mainly.

Betty: Oh, and--and cocoa powder.

Cocoa powder.

You're a life saver.

Thank you.

Heh.

Oh, dear.

Was it something I said?

Oh.

Well, the laundry won't wait, sir, and Constance is away for a lesson.

Your mother's arranged for her to study bookkeeping.

Oh.

Miss March's thirst for self-improvement is really quite something.

Yes.

She's learning Italian, too, sir, and passing on bits to me and Billy, so... [Speaking Italian] Heh.

Ha ha ha!

♪ [Hammering] ♪ I see.

So that's the famous Signor Bonacini, is it, your new gentleman builder friend?

He's hardly a friend, darling.

Well, he's hardly a builder, either, by the sounds of it, if you've had to drag me halfway across the continent to look over those plans.

I didn't drag you.

It was your suggestion, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, what's the point in having an architect in the family if one can't make use of his considerable talents?

Well, because I am a junior architect, who barely gets to make use of his own talents, whether they are considerable or not.

Oh, darling, is it really so dreary?

I'm designing guttering for the suburban semi-detached.

Or providing homes for returned heroes.

Heh.

Well, at least I won't have to think about all that for a little while.

I do hope you won't be bored.

You are silly not bringing Rose with you.

Ah.

As it happens, I've written to Nish, asking if he might join me.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

Nish is always welcome.

And I thought it would be nice to spend a little bit of time with Alice, assuming that you can spare her.

Oh, she hasn't told you?

No.

She has been invited to a house party on the other side of the border.

Lucinda Clifford.

Do you remember her?

She hasn't.

Yes.

Well, I never.

I thought it would take a well-directed howitzer shell to blow her out of this place.

I know.

I do hope you like all the changes.

I'm loving everything so far.

Afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Now, do you remember the Ascot Suite?

I certainly do remember the Ascot Suite.

Close your eyes.

Really?

Yes.

The big reveal.

All right.

Oh.

Ta-da!

My word.

You have been busy.

Heh heh heh.

Well, I thought it might be lovely to have a space for the younger people to have some fun.

Oh, quite right.

Away from their disapproving mamas.

Quite.

And, uh-- and what's this?

Who painted this?

That's a local artist.

I think he's more used to painting churches.

I was going to say, it's a tad dreary, don't you think?

Oh.

Well, I've always found Sisyphus rather inspiring.

Mmm.

Poor old chap.

I think I know how he feels myself sometimes when I'm 12 hours in at the office, neck deep in some godawful drudgery.

Oh, darling, really, is it that dreary?

You haven't-- you haven't changed your mind, have you, when you asked me to paint a landscape to hang above the front desk?

Yes, of course.

No, I definitely still want you to do that.

Yes?

You will always be my favorite artist.

Thank you.

So this is why my room's been turned into a suite.

Yes.

Bedrooms have all been commandeered for the guests, I'm afraid.

Mm-hmm.

Alice is in exactly the same boat, if that's any consolation.

Really?

Which room is she in?

Daddy's.

And what about Daddy?

I don't know.

We'll cross that bridge if he comes, I suppose.

When he comes.

Oh, you do know that I would have given you a suite if Rose was with you, of course.

Of course.

You never did say why she wasn't coming.

No, I didn't, did I?

♪ [Bells tolling] [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Lucian, voice-over: Dear Nish, I'm sure that you are busy with all sorts of happy schemes and devilry, but it would mean so much to once again have someone to confide in.

♪ [Speaking Italian] Gian, Gian, please.

Ha.

Your English lover.

Lucian was in Turin.

Mm-hmm.

He was changing trains for Genoa.

He snaps his fingers and looks for you to come running.

♪ Hmm?

♪ You should go back to him and the privileges of your past.

I got nothing to offer you here but poverty and pain.

I chose to come here, and I choose to stay with you.

♪ Then if you choose to remain, you must do so with your eyes open.

♪ "4 dead in protest against government."

Now these people, they were known to me.

This is no time to be undecided.

[Sighs] ♪ Alice: Good evening.

Man: Ah.

Good evening.

Woman: Good evening.

Lucian: Good evening.

[Quietly] Those are the Lansburys.

Husband's a tyrant Hmm.

And Count Albani you know.

Mm-hmm.

No sign of Roberto.

No, and more's the pity.

No.

I--I'm doing my best to avoid another proposal.

Or another bracelet.

What am I supposed to do with it?

It's been burning a hole in my pocket.

So I suppose that's why you're swanning off to the South of France.

Oh, no.

That was Mummy's idea.

Really?

Mmm.

"Go off, have some fun" sort of thing.

It's what Daddy's been saying for years.

Well, that must be nice.

All I get is "Get married.

Do your duty."

Has he thought about doing his?

Not as far as I know, the little I've seen of him.

What about Mother?

Happy as a lark without him.

You think we ought to be worried?

That they spend so much time apart?

Hmm.

I think I'd need a break after 30 years of marriage.

It's 5 months in my case.

Oh.

Anyway, I don't think he'll be away much longer, not after the last letter I sent him.

Alice, voice-over: Which means, Daddy, that the next you'll hear from me will be a postcard from the beach at Saint-Tropez.

You must imagine me lying there drinking gin fizz like it's going out of fashion and having my face fanned by a pack of swooning Jacques and Jeans, although I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to drag myself away given the new dishy architects that Mummy's got slaving away in the basement.

Ahem.

What is it?

Mrs. Drummond-Ward has sent her card in, Mr. Ainsworth.

She's asking if you were at home.

Uh, tell her I'm dining at the club.

Very good, sir.

"Dishy."

Please.

Pfft.

♪ [Jazz playing] ♪ Ah, Carlo, I hope you don't mind, but I've taken the liberty of sitting you and Lucian together to dine.

I thought it might be more congenial than dining on one's own.

Of course.

It's, uh--it's very nice to see you again.

Good to see you, Lucian.

Alice.

Your wife is not with you?

No.

She--she finds the heat rather debilitating, I'm afraid.

Ah.

Of course.

Poor Rose.

Are you holidaying?

Yes.

With a friend and his family.

They have a villa up the coast.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

But I prefer to stay here for various reasons.

And what about your son Roberto?

Alice and I were just remarking on his absence.

We have argued over politics.

That is a shame.

In Italy, it's becoming unavoidable.

Well, then I shall make sure to avoid it at least until after we have eaten.

Bella: Might I invite you to dine?

Of course, whenever you're ready.

Bella, if I may.

I have been in correspondence with a contact at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who has received certain intelligence about a number of visa applications more than a month ago on behalf of the Green Travel Guide.

Is there no end to your connections, Carlo?

Heh heh heh.

I thought you would like to know, especially as the stated purpose of their visit is to inspect tourist hotels in Toscana and Liguria, at least those favored by the British.

Oh.

Do you happen to have any names or potential dates?

Unfortunately not, but I will write to request more information.

You really are our guardian angel.

♪ I'm excited for you to taste Betty's lamb.

Heh.

♪ Betty: The Green Travel Guide, ma'am?

It's a sort of bible, in a manner of speaking, for anyone involved in tourism or travel.

If you say so, Mrs. Ainsworth.

Apparently, they are notoriously critical of poor service, bad food, and to cap it all, it's anonymous.

Anonymous, ma'am?

Yes, that's right, Constance.

We won't even know the identity of the inspector.

Betty: Unless Count Albani makes good with that list of names, I suppose.

Well, I think we're wise to assume that any of our guests could be the Green Guide inspector, and we need to redouble our efforts to ensure that everyone's stay is a complete success.

Uh, begging your pardon, ma'am.

[Grunts] Might this be a bad time to have those workmen traipsing through my kitchen?

Oh, Betty.

Have they been bothering you?

Oh, God knows the germs and whatnot that's coming into contact with the food.

Oh, goodness.

Well, you'll be pleased to hear they may not be working in the hotel for very much longer.

♪ Good morning.

Buongiorno, signor.

[Chickens clucking] Lucian: I can see you buying chickens.

Are you sure this is the best place to buy sunglasses?

This is where Mother told me to come.

Huh.

She's not had any more trouble with the, uh, authorities, has she?

Not since Carlo had a quiet word last summer.

Mm-hmm.

Ever since Father paid a whopping great bribe, you mean.

Who gave you that idea?

I heard it from the horse's mouth at the club over drinks.

I wouldn't look too surprised.

It's the way things work here.

You know that.

I don't need a lecture on the workings of Italian bureaucracy.

Just surprised he admitted it, that's all.

Gelato!

Uno per me, signor.

Man: Si, signor.

Um, I actually think he was just trying to make the point that I might have to grease a few palms to get ahead, planning wallas, local bigwigs, that sort of thing.

Right.

Well, I think that is a piece of fatherly advice you can safely discount.

No, thank you.

Come along.

No.

Um... [Car horn honks] [Humming] Come.

The Italian gentleman is on the line again, Mr. Ainsworth.

Manners, what did I tell you?

He says he'll keep ringing back until you speak to him, sir.

[Sighs] Give it!

Now, look here, Danioni.

What the devil is all this about?

And a very good morning to you, too, Signor Ainsworth.

Never mind your impertinence!

I told you not to ring unless it was urgent.

Well, I have a message from our friends across the Atlantic.

Oh, bugger.

Very well then.

Out with it.

They would like to have a meeting face to face.

Perhaps they'd like dinner at my club while they're at it.

Signor Ainsworth, I forgot your English humor.

I can't invite them to Boodles.

Is they who are inviting, not you.

Now, you listen here.

I don't care who they are.

I'm not dragging my sorry carcass all the way to Detroit, not even if Henry Ford gifts me a million shares in his motor company.

There is no need to do that, Signor Ainsworth.

Our associates, they have taken over the casino here in Santa Margherita.

Hmm?

Well, it's still an awful lot of trouble and expense to go to.

That's funny.

It is exactly what the last owner of the casino said before he was made to see reason.

I suggest you better take this seriously, Signor Ainsworth.

What?!

Danioni?

Danioni!

♪ Betty: These inspections for them Green Travel Guides.

What about them?

Well, they're gonna mean a heck of a lot more work for all of us.

You see if I'm right.

Even without her imperial majesty swanning off to Saint-Tropez.

Billy, have we got more sugar at the back?

Are you even listening to me?

Of course I am.

I just don't know what you want me to say.

I want you to say, "Yes, Betty.

You're right, Betty.

You always are, Betty."

Oh, not you again.

Stop making so much noise and get back to work.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha!

Constance: I have tried to tell her we need more staff.

Honest, I have.

Well, please try again.

She says she doesn't know who she can trust after Francesco.

Billy: I can have a dig around, see if I can work out who the inspector is.

You?

Yeah.

I'm sharp-eyed.

Heh heh.

And light-fingered.

I just thought I could have a nosey when I'm fetching and carrying for the guests.

See who's keeping score.

Well, don't go getting into trouble, Billy.

Yes.

Remember last time, son.

Yes.

Keep your eyes peeled for-- for notebooks, maybe typewriters, stuff like that.

We all should.

Yes, ma'am.

♪ [Jazz playing] ♪ Bella: You had a question for me, Mr. Bertram.

Is there anywhere else that you might recommend we eat?

I can't imagine wanting to dine at the same table for a whole week.

Ah.

Well, there's a very decent restaurant behind the beach in Paraggi, um, but you mustn't tell anyone here in the kitchen that I recommended it.

I hardly think that's likely to come up in conversation.

If there's anything else I can help you with, please don't hesitate.

Will you excuse me?

♪ Hello.

♪ Julia: What on earth are you doing?

I need some air.

I can't breathe living at Grandmother's old house.

Well, you can't move back here.

You're a married woman now.

Well, you'll catch your death, Rose.

When I don't feel stifled, I can think better.

Think about the state of your marriage?

Mother!

Hester, would you fetch one of my shawls for Miss Rose?

From what I hear, you'll be thinking all evening.

Luce, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

Every time I ask you what's going on between you and Rose, you look like there's been a death in the family.

Well, because... nothing's going on between me and Rose, Mother.

Absolutely nothing.

The whole thing's a train wreck.

It's an absolute fiasco.

Darling.

I told Father that we weren't well-matched, that Rose and I aren't sympathetic.

Surely it can't be that bad.

Can't be that bad, Mother?

We haven't-- we haven't even-- You haven't even what?

We haven't been properly intimate.

Rose: That's not true.

There's no use denying it.

How could you possibly know a thing like that?

I spoke with Mary.

My Mary?

She's my Mary, Rose, and she told me that there's no evidence of any emissions when she sends the sheets to the laundry.

How could you?

Very easily.

And I'm not the one who doesn't seem to understand that you can't have intercourse if you don't share a bed.

Is he a homosexual?

Is that it?

Mother!

Well, there are plenty who are.

Lucian: It's not that I don't find her attractive.

It's rather that she's-- What?

She's completely terrified.

She's literally rigid with fear.

Ah.

Well, it takes everyone a little while to get the hang of it, you know, at first, so...

I--I'm not a complete novice, you know.

Oh, all right, but I imagine that she is... so you need to be...tender, careful, very understanding, obviously.

Don't you think that I haven't tried that?

She starts crying, and that leads to another migraine.

Oh, gosh.

Do you think Julia should have a word?

Right.

I think that's a terrible idea.

Julia: So what precisely is the matter?

♪ Oh, good grief.

Darling, if you like, I could speak to her.

I don't... No.

I really think we ought to just work through it ourselves.

Rose won't thank me for airing our dirty laundry in public.

Of course.

♪ [Bella humming] Oh, good morning, Billy.

[Humming] Oh, Betty, Betty, I nearly forgot.

A letter for you came this morning.

That's me mum's handwriting.

So it is.

Well, I'll be sure to pass on all of her news just as soon as I've read it.

Heh.

♪ [Rooster crows] Sapphire?

No.

Zaffiro no.

Much more cobalto.

That's not cobalt.

Obviously, it's a cornflower.

What is cornflower in Italian?

Fiordaliso.

Fiordaliso.

So much more beautiful in Italian than English.

I did love the meadow where I found them.

I used to go there with my mother as a child to pick flowers, but we could go together sometime.

Yes.

This is the color we should use for the tiles.

Ah.

Well...

I've been meaning to talk to you, Marco, about the latest bill breakdown.

I know that the last estimate I sent to you for the plumbing work-- This is eye-watering.

It was such a shock.

And I am truly sorry.

I have searched and searched for another way.

Well, there is no other way other than I postpone until I can find the money to afford it.

What about the spa and all those wonderful treatments and therapies you have been dreaming of?

How can you abandon it now?

It's galling, but I'm not going to abandon it.

I'm just going to postpone it.

And meantime, for a man of your talents, there are plenty of other projects to work on.

There must be a queue of clients.

I don't have any other clients.

None of them who share my passion for great design like you do.

That's very kind.

Listen.

I have money set aside from the sale of my practice.

I will work for nothing until you have the means to repay me.

Of course, I wouldn't hear of that.

Give me a few days.

We will just have to come up with another solution, which we will.

For sure.

[Indistinct chatter] ♪ This way to the terrace, ma'am.

Thank you.

♪ Ah.

♪ Man: Roll camera.

And action.

Woman: ♪ You say now you're gonna fix me ♪ ♪ You say that a man is all I need ♪ ♪ I say, honey, just leave me be ♪ Man: Claudine!

Claudine!

♪ No, I don't like to be told ♪ ♪ All I need is a glass of gin ♪ [Speaking French] Director: Cut!

Cut!

OK. take 5, everybody.

Scram!

What's the problem now, Mitchell?

There's another photographer in shot.

Oh, damn it.

I asked them nicely.

And I have asked you two nicely, and it's had roughly the same effect.

And what's that supposed to mean?

It means you're fooling around with a guy who's supposed to be engaged.

Now, that's just a nasty rumor.

Well, the press aren't gonna take it seriously unless you two do.

Oh, don't walk away from me.

I don't like your tone.

And I don't like you getting ideas above your station!

Hmm.

Oh, God.

I preferred it when they didn't talk.

Someone get me a drink before we lose the light.

I need a drink!

♪ [Bells tolling] [Car horns honking] ♪ [Doorbell ringing] Julia: You took your time.

I'm awfully sorry, madam, but once again, Mr. Ainsworth is not at home.

We'll see about that.

Cecil, do you stop this foolish charade.

As I said, Mrs. Drummond-Ward, Mr. Ainsworth is not at home.

Where is he, Manners?

I couldn't rightly say.

He was catching the boat train from Charing Cross yesterday 6:00.

And when will he be back?

"See you in September, Manners."

That was as much as he said, madam.

♪ [Glass breaks] [Telephone ringing] [Ring] Hotel Portofino.

Claudine: Mrs. Ainsworth?

Yes.

This is Bella Ainsworth.

To whom am I speaking?

You may not remember me.

I stayed with you last summer using the name Turner.

Miss Pascal?

Claudine?

That's right.

Of course I remember you.

That's such a relief.

How could I forget your kindness in my hour of need?

Well, it's my hour of need now, honey.

Are you in trouble?

Some, kind of, and I'm really hoping you could help.

Photographers: Claudine, Claudine!

Mademoiselle Pascal!

Oh.

[Flash bulbs pop] ♪ [Flash bulb pops] ♪ [Shouting] ♪ [Gian speaking Italian indistinctly] [Voice grows clearer] Nish.

Nish.

[Speaking Italian] He's the regional head of the Fascist Party and a friend of Mussolini since before his rise to power.

Good.

If you're really going through with this, then--then surely there's a better place, less exposed, less risky.

But the riskier it is, the louder it will send a message that nowhere is safe.

Then there is this.

Eduardo Giaconelli.

And how will you do it?

Nish.

Where did he get that?

His brother fought the Austrians.

He brought it back from the war.

Is it live?

What would be the point if it wasn't?

And if it doesn't?

Then there is this.

Gianluca.

Gian.

It's a backup.

Nothing more.

I'm not asking you to use it.

♪ Betty: "And now, pet, I come to the part "that I have held off from telling you "but which you will quickly understand "is the true import of this letter.

"I have been told that my health is failing, "although in truth I do not need a doctor to tell me that."

♪ [Indistinct chatter] [Jazz playing on phonograph] ♪ Alice: But we've discussed this.

That's rotten fruit.

I know, darling.

I'm not asking you to come to Genoa, just to Santa Margherita.

But Constance can keep you company for the whole journey.

I don't understand why you're so insistent.

Because I need her to learn how to do the journey.

Why can't she learn to do it on her own?

Well, because she'll have the bank takings, and I don't want her to be nervous.

Besides, it will give you a chance to clear the air.

Oh, not that again.

Darling, really, we are so ferociously busy.

I do need for us all to--good morning-- Good morning.

pull together and get along, make it all work.

Yes, but I need my mother to forget about her silly, little hotel just this once and--please, Mother.

I rarely ask for anything, and if Constance is as clever as you say she is, she can be left in charge for an hour or two.

Very well.

I shall go and give her instructions now.

Why don't you ask Lucian to go with her?

I'm sure he'll love that.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Ask Lucian to go where?

Ask Lucian to go where?

[Train whistle blows] Alice: Oh, is that the train?

I knew we were going to be late.

Oh, Mother.

Darling, it's all right.

You go and get the ticket, and Billy and I will bring up the rear with the luggage, won't we?

Let me help you.

No, it's OK, ma'am.

Honestly.

Thank you.

[Conductor blows whistle] Alice: Billy, be careful.

Bella: Darling, are you excited?

Alice: I am.

I want you to have the most fabulous time in Saint-Tropez.

Oh!

Don't be mad at me.

Look who's here.

♪ [Metal squealing] Unh!

[High-pitched tone] [Grunting] ♪ [Chugging, train whistle blows] Long live prohibition.

Salute.

Bella: My husband.

Marco: He has been away for some time.

Bella: 9 months.

This isn't right.

I don't give a fig.

You're married.

It's a charade.

Claudine: Bella Ainsworth, how good it is to see you.

"Bathing beauty in hot water.

Claudine Pascal caught with her co-star."

Nish: I've come to tell you that this is my place.

[Man shouting in Italian] [Woman screaming] ♪ ♪