Ah, bellisima.
Si. Como sta la bambina?
Sta molto bene.
Bene. Ciao, Carolina.
Arrivederci, Signora!
Buongiorno!
TAXI DRIVER: Taxi!
Get your newspaper!
They can't get enough of the stuff.
Of course, knowing my luck,
they'll probably change the law
before I can make any proper money.
But if it stays like this for a year or two...
- Cecil? - Mm-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.
Hmm.
I shall have to go back, you know.
Like father, like son.
What do you mean 'like son?'
Ooh, you haven't heard?
No.
My spy in the camp.
What spy in the camp?
Oh, 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 travelling alone.
Lucian, going back to Italy,
on his own?
Running back to mother.
Oh...
Bleating how ghastly his father's been no doubt.
Little beast.
Have you spoken to Rose?
Oh...
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...
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 five months of marriage?
Ye very gods.
Rose?
Rose...
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.
But I can't swim and I don't like coffee.
It's not my decision, you know.
It is my mother.
It is.
It's these new spa rooms that she's planning.
She's being a ball of anxiety about the whole thing.
Agreeing to go over there was the only way
I could think of to placate her.
Well, the taxi's here, so...
I'll, err...
I'll send Mary in with some tea.
Lucian...
Remember me to everyone, won't you?
Buongiorno, signora.
Buongiorno!
Buongiorno.
Como sta, Carlo?
Buongiorno, Bella.
Take them to the room please
- -Oh darling... - Yes?
I've got a little gift for you.
Oh, you shouldn't have.
Yes, Mr. Thompson, I will let you know.
Thank you. Goodbye.
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 travelling on to Florence, I believe.
Oh dear, I do hope
that you were suitably apologetic, my dear.
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.
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'll be absolutely no room for anyone else.
Mr. Ainsworth?
He'll be here next week?
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.
Your luggage has all been sent ahead, Sir.
Good morning Sir.
Safe travels Mr Ainsworth.
Paola?
Why do I have to keep chasing you?
The tables aren't laid for lunch.
Sorry signora.
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!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
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, love?
Betty, you just have to get used to it.
When the treatment room's 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 workman traipsing through my kitchen
all the hours God sends,
it'll be the food that suffers.
Constance, will you please help Paola with the tables?
I'll get onto it, Ma'am.
Honestly mother, without Lottie to look after,
what is it that she does all day?
Well, she's been helping me with my paperwork.
Ah, shirking her responsibilities.
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 rack and ruin in your absence.
Ten 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.
Here you are, Sir.
Ah, look what the cat's dragged in.
- Edmund. - Err, Saunders,
be a good chap would you,
send the sommelier back?
This burgundy's really rather thin stuff.
Of course.
Ooh, 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.
Two hundred 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 above board.
Murky business more like
Much like that nonsense with grandpapa's 'Rubens'.
Look, I'm just the middle man.
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.
How's that fragrant wife of yours?
Ah, still beavering away at that hotel of hers.
You'll be planning to summer there of course?
I hadn't thought to. Why?
Really, Cecil.
You're more of a fool than I took you for.
That beautiful girl.
Those marvellous 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.
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, there's another one in the carriage.
Okay.
Thank you.
I have to keep reminding myself
not to call you Master Lucian. - Haha!
It really wouldn't matter if you did, Billy.
I bet married life's suiting you, isn't it, Sir?
Well...
All your... linen and meals sorted.
Someone to chew the fat with.
- Oh yes? - Devoted to your comfort.
Well, you seem rather taken with the idea.
Oh, I am, Sir.
Only trouble is she keeps refusing me.
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 mam, and yours
have got me running round like a blue arse 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 her 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.
Ha!
And ice.
Thanks.
I'm sure everyone
meant to be here to greet you, Mr. Ainsworth.
They're rushed off their feet, that's all.
Yeah. They'll be rolling out the red carpet
before you know it, Sir.
Luce!
Luce! Oh, my darling!
I was so worried you might not make your connections and here you are!
You might not make your connections and here you are!
No, plain sailing the whole way.
The return of the prodigal.
I hope the fatted calf has been slaughtered.
Stop it. 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.
This is your bill.
Mr. Ainsworth.
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 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, haha,
let along go gallivanting off to Italy.
Well, I'm sure Rose has her reasons.
Oh Rose, 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!
Betty, hello.
Welcome home, Sir.
My mother said that you might be short
of a few things, Darjeeling mainly.
Ooh, and cocoa powder.
- Mmm. - Cocoa powder.
You're a lifesaver. Thank you.
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.
Is really quite something. Yes.
She's learning Italian too Sir,
and passing on bits to me and Billy.
So...
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.
Hmm.
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.
Oh, 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.
Good afternoon.
Now, do you remember the Ascot Suite?
I certainly do remember the Ascot Suite.
Close your eyes.
- Really? - Yes.
Because I want a big reveal.
Alright. Ooh.
Ta-dah!
My word. You have been busy!
Well, I thought it might be lovely
to have a space for the younger people
to have some fun.
Well, quite right.
Away from their disapproving mamas.
Quite.
And err, 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... it's a tad dreary, don't you think?
It's a tad dreary, don't you think?
Oh, well I've always found Sisyphus rather inspiring.
Hmm. 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 God awful 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 favourite artist.
Thank you.
So this is why my room has been turned into a suite?
Yes. I... bedrooms have all been
commandeered for the guests, I'm afraid.
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've 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?
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.
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.
Mmm.
You should go back to him.
And the privileges of your past.
I've 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.
Four dead in protest against government.
Now these people, they were known to me.
This is no time to be undecided.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Good evening.
Those are the Londsboroughs.
Husband's a tyrant.
- Hmm. - And Count Albani you know.
Mm-hmm. No sign of Roberto?
No, 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.
I suppose that's why you're swanning off
I suppose that's why you're swanning off to the south of France?
Oh no, that was Mummy's idea.
- Really? - Hmm.
Go off, have some fun sort of thing.
It's what Daddy's been saying for years.
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.
Do 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 five months in my case.
Oh.
Anyway, I don't think he'll be away much longer.
Not after the last letter I sent him.
Which means Daddy,
that the next you'll hear from me
will be a postcard from the beach at San 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 architect that Mummy's got
slaving away in the basement.
What is it?
Mrs Drummond-Ward has sent her card in, Mr Ainsworth.
She's asking if you're at home.
Tell her I'm, err, dining at the club.
Very good, Sir.
Dishy. Please...
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 err, very nice to see you again.
Good to see you, Lucian.
Alice.
Your wife is not with you?
No.
She finds the heat rather debilitating I'm afraid.
Oh, of course.
Poor Rose.
Are you holidaying?
Yes. With a friend and his family.
They have a villa off 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.
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?
I thought you would like to know,
especially as the state purpose of their visit
is to inspect tourist hotels in Tuscany and Liguria,
at least those favoured by the British.
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.
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.
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.
Begging your pardon ma'am...
Might this be a bad time
to have those workman traipsing through my kitchen?
Oh Betty, have they been bothering you?
Oh God no, it's 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.
I can see you buying chicken.
Are you sure this is the best place to buy sunglasses?
Well, this is where Mother told me to come.
Ah...
She's not had any more trouble
with the, err, authorities, has she?
Not since Carlo had a quiet word last summer.
Mm-hmm.
Ever since father paid
a whopping great bribe, you mean?
What 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.
I'm just surprised he admitted it, that's all.
Gelato.
Uno per me signor.
Si, Signor. Um, I actually think
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 wallahs, 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.
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.
Oh...
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 humour.
I can't invite them to Boodle's!
It's 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
at 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'd better take this seriously, Signor Ainsworth.
What?
Danioni?
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.
I have tried to tell her we need more staff,
honest, I have.
Well, please try again.
Well, she says she doesn't know
who she can trust after Francesco.
I could have a dig around.
See if I can work out who the inspector is.
You?
Yeah, I'm sharp eyed.
And light-fingered.
I just thought I could have a nosy 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 notebooks,
maybe typewriters, stuff like that.
We all should.
- Mmm. - Yes, Ma'am.
You had a question for me Mr. Bertram?
Is there anywhere else
that you might recommend we eat?
Can't imagine wanting to dine
at the same table for a whole week.
Well there's a very decent restaurant
behind the beach in Paraggi,
err, 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?
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.
Oh, 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.
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.
That's not true!
There's no use to 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.
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.
Oh well, it takes everyone a little while
Oh well, it takes everyone a little while to get the hang of it,
you know, at first, so...
I'm not a complete novice, you know.
Oh, alright.
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?
Alright.
I think that's a terrible idea.
So what precisely is the matter?
Oh good grief.
Darling, if you like, I could speak to her.
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.
Oh, good morning Billy.
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 the news.
Just as soon as I've read it.
Sapphire?
No, sapphire, 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 colour we should use for the tiles.
Ah, well...
I've been meaning to talk to you, Marco,
about the latest bill breakdown.
I know the last estimate I sent to you
I know 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 waiting to...
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.
This way to the terrace, Ma'am.
Thank you.
Hello.
Roll camera!
And... action!
You say now you're gonna fix me.
You say that a man is all I need.
I say honey, just leave me be... - Claudine! Claudine!
You know I don't like to be told...
PHOTOGRAPHER: Ici! Ici!
Cut. Cut!
Okay, take five everybody!
Scram! What's the problem now, Mitchell?
What's the problem now, Mitchell?
There's another photographer in shot.
Ah 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 rumour.
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!
You took your time.
I am awfully sorry madam.
But once again, Mr Ainsworth is not at home.
We'll see about that.
Cecil, do 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. Six o'clock.
And when will he be back?
'See you in September, Manners.'
That was as much as he said, Madam.
Hotel Portofino?
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, kinda.
And I'm really hoping you could help.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Claudine, Claudine! Miss Pascal!
Nish!
Nish.
He's the regional head of the Fascist Party
and a friend of Mussolini's
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 you 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.
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.
But we've discussed this.
Rotten fruit.
I know, darling.
I'm not asking you to come to Genoa,
just to Santa Margherita.
But Constance can keep you company
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.
Well, darling, really, we are so ferociously busy.
I do need for us all to... Good morning.
Good morning.
Pull together and get along and 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?
ALICE: Oh, is that the train?
Oh, is that the train?
Oh, I knew we were going to be late!
- Oh mother! - Darling, it's alright.
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 okay.
Honestly, thank you.
Ah, Billy be careful.
Darling, are you excited?
I am.
I want you to have the most fabulous time
in Saint Tropez. - Oh, thank you.
Don't be mad at me.
Look who's here.
Oh!
Long live prohibition.
Salute.
My husband.
He has been away for some time.
Nine months.
- This isn't right. - I don't give a fig.
- You're married. - It's a charade.
Bella Ainsworth. How good it is to see you.
Bathing beauty in hot water:
Claudine Pascal caught with her co-star.
I've come to tell you that this is my place.