02x04 - Contortions

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Sweet in the morning, Jane.

More coffee, Ma'am?

Ah, Luce.

Here's a telegram
for you, darling.

Hm-mm.

Thank you.

Ah, Miss Jane, Miss Patricia.

How did you sleep?

Like Wee Willy Winky.

Dear Lucian, have
decided to surprise you.

Stop.

Arriving first.

Stop.

Rose.

Stop.

P.S. Keep the bed warm, darling.

Stop.

Paola.

But that's, that's tomorrow.

You think I'm rushing things?

Well, you have only
known him a week.

It, it does seem a
little bit impulsive.

I have been on my
own for five years.

And I am sick of it.

Well... he does seem rather...

- Rather what?
- I was going to say vigorous.

He is.

But he's absolutely
smitten with me.

Not to mention extremely rich.

His family own a castle in
Lake Geneva with 30 bedrooms.

And have you spoken
about Lottie?

Of course. I have been
totally upfront with him.

He says he loves children, and he
wants to have some of his own someday.

Darling, that's wonderful.

I'm going into this
with my eyes open.

Yes. Come in.

- Yes. Come in.
- Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.

There seems to be a
problem downstairs.

Out with it, then.

Mr and Mrs Powell
are at reception.

What? But Mr and Mrs
Powell cancelled.

There's obviously been
some sort of mix-up, Ma'am.

Um, should I... send them away?

No. Uh, put them in
the drawing room.

Give them some tea and tell
them I'll be down in a moment.

Yes, Ma'am.

Oh gosh, dear. Where
will I put them?

Uh, just put them
in Daddy's room.

But then where will we put him?

Well, bring him
in here with you,

and I'll go and stay
with Victor in his hotel.

- Oh, no.
- Mummy, you are man and wife.

-It was you I was rather
more worried about.

- I'm about to be.
- Yes.

And besides, you did tell
me to let my hair down.

Guilty as charged.

You look beautiful.

(Dramatic music)

What music do you like?

Constance.

Constance!

Constance, please, we
have to talk about this.

There's no point.

How can you say that?

Because! Rose is coming.

Tomorrow.

We should forget
it ever happened.

Oh, well, I can't do that.

And I don't believe
you can either.

What choice do we have?

Constance.

Constance.

Hello.

Sorry to pounce. But could
I use your telephone?

Yes, of course.

It's long distance, I'm afraid.

My agent's just arrived in
Nice to clear up the mess.

Uh, please, do go ahead.

- You can charge it to my bill.
- Oh, of course.

Oh, no need to go on my account.

Oh, no. There's someone
I need to speak to.

Ah.

Darling, is everything alright
between you and Constance?

I just went to go
and check on her.

Danioni's left her
feeling shaken.

She's having a delayed reaction
to last night, that's all.

Ah. It's wonderful
news about Rose.

- Isn't it?
- I thought perhaps

I could find a moment to have
a word with her if, if...

Well, um, I, I think
I'd rather we just

sort of have a go at it, if
that's all right with you?

Of course. Well... and
about the other thing?

It's tonight. We
have to move fast.

So, you found a safe place?

I have, but I think it's rather
better if you don't know,

if that's alright.

Yes, of course.

Keep you posted.

- Ah, that was quick.
- Hmm, short and not very sweet.

I'm either gonna have
to haul my a*s back

or get myself a lawyer.

- Oh dear.
- Hmm.

I don't suppose you know one?

Well, uh, there... there's
Signor Bruzzone in town,

but his English is
somewhat limited.

And that's being generous.

I suppose I could ask
Carlo to translate.

As long as you don't mind him...

Him knowing?

My life's an open
book, Bella Ainsworth.

Right.

Ah, there he is.
My favourite guest.

I think Miss Jane
and Miss Patricia

will be most put out to
hear you call me that.

I wondered if I might
ask you a small favour.

Please, anything.

Albani, old boy.

- Are you ready?
- Ready and willing.

Oh, where you dragging
the poor man off to now?

Drinks, with Alice's fiance.

Can't you leave him in
peace to finish his tea?

The third hand will stop the
conversation flagging, won't it, Carlo?

Indeed, it will.

Well...

have you packed up your
things from your room?

Uh, no. I believe, uh,
Billy's doing that.

I hope the favour that
you wish to ask of me,

it can wait a little longer?

Yes, of course.

Of course, I, I really
should apologise.

Whatever for?

Well, for asking for
your daughter's hand

without first seeking
your permission.

Good Lord.

I'd have hardly dared withhold
it, knowing her as I do.

Don't worry, old boy.
We've all been there.

Hearts aflutter and all that.

I just didn't know
a man could feel

so much for just one woman.

'He loves but little who
can say and count in words

how much he loves.'

Is your mother Italian?

Hmm.

She's a Farnese.

It's a noble Roman family.

Although from a very, very
distant branch, you understand?

And your father, French?

No. Um, he is Swiss,

but resident in Monaco.

Gosh. He must be
frightfully well off.

We Swiss are notoriously
private when it comes to money.

Ah, yes.

Well, I, I spent a very
happy summer in the casino

at Monte Carlo.
- Ah oui?

Yes. Yes. Spending a large
chunk of my annual allowance,

- as I recall.
- I'm never happy losing.

Do you gamble often, Victor?

- Does not every gentleman?
- Good man.

You know, we should
play a hand or two.

They're reopening
the local casino.

Avec plaisir.

Ah, Danioni, co... come and
meet my future son-in-law.

Uh, Victor Michel,
Vincenzo Danioni.

- Bonjour.
- Monsieur.

Danioni is what passes
for the law in this town.

Uh, and I'm due to pay
you a visit, I think.

Ah, at your convenience. Enjoy.

Bye.

Bubbles come here! Oh!

Bubbles! Somebody, help!

Quickly!

Is everything alright?

Argh! Argh.

- He bit me!
- Oh, savage little beast!

Oh gosh. I shall
fetch some first aid.

Do calm down, ladies.

Little beast. Get away. Back!

Billy!

- We need you.
- What is it, Ma'am?

Miss Jane, Bubbles has
bitten her on the finger.

Oh, must have been hungry.

No, Billy, this isn't funny.

He's drawn blood and he's
destroyed her notebook.

Quickly grab something
to catch him with.

He's hiding under the bed.
- Um... a broom?

He's under the bed.

Under there.

Alright, oop.

Bubbles.

There's... a good boy.

Have you got him?

No, Ma'am, not quite yet.

Little sod. Bloody hell.

Stodgy, and sauce rather salty.

Fair to middling.

- Ooh.
- Billy, he's making a run for it!

Oh, hi.

Captured.

Aren't you a marvel?

So brave.

Blooming cheek of it!

I have never been so
insulted in all my life.

Betty, what on
earth is the matter?

As if anything I cooked

could be described as fair
to middling, Mrs Ainsworth?

- No.
- It's that notebook, Ma'am.

The one the dog tore.

Billy thinks he saw a description
of some of the meals in it.

The ones they've eaten here.

Do you mean a review?

Yes. And not at all positive.

So, you can wave goodbye to your
five stars, by the sounds of it.

Let's not jump to
any conclusions.

Miss Jane and Miss
Patricia have been

extremely positive
about your food.

This just goes to prove what
we've all been suspecting.

We need to redouble our
efforts... immediately.

I, I'm going to go look after
the guests on the terrace

right now.

Venire, Paola.

Oh, Mr Ainsworth.
You made me jump.

Sorry, Billy, I didn't mean to.
I'm just anxious to get going.

We might have a long
night ahead of us.

Yes, yes, I'm as keen
to get going as you are.

Oh, I ought to tell you, uh,
we might have our hands full.

This Gianluca fellow's
told Nish to stay put.

Then why are we moving him, Sir?

Well, because there are people
looking for him everywhere.

They might come
back at any moment.

We need to find somewhere
more safe for him.

You've somewhere in mind?

I do, Billy, I think we're going
to enlist the help of Maria.

That's smart, Sir. Nobody'll
look for him there.

That should hopefully give
us enough time to figure out

what to do with him next.

This solarium is exquisite.

Have you seen, Cecil?

I'm a fan of a good
solid wall, myself.

You must have been up day
and night to finish these.

Yeah, but it was a pleasure. After our
talk about Brunelleschi Lacan Le Corbusier,

I got carried away by my desire

to create something
highly functional,

uh, modern, but also
classically beautiful, you know?

Yes. That's exactly what
you've achieved. You...

Oh, for God's sake.

I may not know about Corbusier,

but I do know that this
solarium was my idea. Mine.

Did you study
architecture, Mr Ainsworth?

- Don't be absurd.
- So, what is it that you do, exactly?

And what is the next
phase of execution, Marco?

Uh, we seek approval
from the communal council

and the necessary permit.
- Uh...

Of course.

I'll take care of
that. Thank you.

I'll have a word with
Danioni, darling,

see if I can, uh,
smooth the way.

Do you really think
that's a good idea, Cecil?

Oh, yes, I, uh...

I'll ask Billy to remove my
suitcases from your bedroom

now that I've unpacked.

Marco, please wait.

I want to apologise
for Cecil's behaviour.

Your plans, they were
truly remarkable.

It's always the plans with you.

I warned you that if
you took his money,

you would be in his debt.

No, no, no. I'm
not in his debt.

He has no interest
in our project.

Oh, please, he is free to do as
he wants, to go where he wishes.

Well, I had no
choice about that.

There is always a choice.

I cannot.

But I know that
you feel something.

Yes, but still, not now.

And where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

- Elizabetta?
- Yes?

Right.

Let's go and make peace
with a piece of cake.

Two, two pieces.

Come on.

For, for you, yes.

Um, by, by way of an apology.

And, and to say thank you for
the melanzana a la parmapagiana.

Hmm, hmm.

- Nice?
- Hmm.

- No.
- Ya, ya.

He says he has a
gift for you also.

Oh?

Whoo, ah-ha-ha-ha!

Oh, goodness me!

Stop!

STATION MASTER: Portofino,

Portofino.

Excuse me.

- Lucian.
- Ah...

Hello.

-Shall we? Hmm.

I was just thinking
about the last time

you came to collect me.

Last year, with your mother.

Been a lot of water under
the bridge since then.

Quite.

I ought to go and get
your bags, I think.

- There's two cases.
- Yes.

They still say
Drummond-Ward, I'm afraid.

Yes.

Hmm.

Argh!

Have I come at a bad time?

What do you want?

Crikey, keep your
hair on, old boy.

I've only come to
show you these.

They're the proposed plans
for my wife's new solarium.

I was hoping, uh, you
might find a way to refuse

our planning permission.

What do you mean refusing?

Well, this architect chap,
Bonacini, not up to scratch.

Be my excuse to give
him the heave-h*.

Find someone more to my liking.

This will be a disappointment,
no, I mean to your wife?

Possibly.

Well, I, I think I
have a better idea.

- Oh?
- Hmm. Let me show you.

It's only a few years ago
that a woman in Italy...

uh...

here, listen.

'She requires her
husband's permission

to buy property,
to start a business

or even to carry out any
financial transactions.'

I don't need a lesson in
female suffrage, Danioni.

Sit. Just sit and listen.

The Italian government would
like to bring back this law,

you know, to stop women
entering the world of men

and keep them wives and mothers,

as, of course, they should be.

Why are you telling me this?

Because we can use this

to deny your wife the permission
she so desires, initially.

- Initially?
- Yeah.

I want it denied full stop.

No, just listen. We give
her what she wants. Hmm?

She give us what we want.

And what is that, exactly?

Oh, the deeds to
the Hotel Portofino.

So, we can finally, you know,
how do you say, the, the...

wash clean, you
know what I mean?

Launder?

Launder our profits.

Wait, you're telling
me the only way my wife

can build her wretched solarium

is to hand over control
of the hotel to me?

Precisely.

Ingenious.

Wait, what about Bonacini?

The whole point is
to get rid of him.

Maybe Bonacini.

Just tell him if he doesn't
stop pestering your wife,

my men will smash his
filthy socialist skull in.

Oh, Rose, you've made it.

Yes.

Can't quite believe
I made it on my own.

Yes, well... Oh, my mother
sends her sincere apologies.

She's been caught
up with something.

Oh, I completely understand.

Ah, Constance...

you remember my sister-in-law?

Of course, Ma'am.

It's a pleasure to have
you back, Mrs Ainsworth.

Thank you.

Right, well, shall we
show you to your room?

Yes.

- How've you been?
- Very well. How was the journey?

Oh long, very long.

What the hell is
wrong with you today?

You just shouted at
me for half an hour.

I walk into your office, there's
broken glass all over the floor.

What the devil is going on?

- I don't want to talk about it.
- You don't want to talk about it?

I don't want to talk about it.

You're like a five-year-old.

- Boss.
- What?

Oh, there you are, gentlemen.

You are a hard man
to pin down, Cecil.

- Oh, yes?
- Hmm.

Are we making progress?

Well, I've, I, I've
written to Lord Ross Cannon

- about increasing supply, yes.
- Oh, good.

But, um, I have to be
honest with you, Mr Farr...

I, I mean, uh, uh, Lou.

Mungo will be busy with
the grouse sh**ting season

for most of August, and... I, I shouldn't
expect to reply much before September.

- -September?
- Yes.

September.

Cecil, uh, you, you crack me up.

How can I put this?

Uh, I don't give a flying fig
what season it is, alright?

You find a way to
expedite our business

and get my employers
what they want.

Or the grouse...

they won't be the only
ones in a sh**ting season.

You catch my drift?

Yes, yes, I do.

Good. Glad we
understand each other.

Oh, I almost forgot to
give you these, huh?

You two are cordially invited
to a gala evening at the casino.

So, you know, dress nice.

And, um, feel free to, uh, extend
the invitation to any guests

you got staying at the hotel.

The richer the better.

Well, there is a, there is an
American singer, movie star,

Miss Claudine Pascal. I
think she would be perfect.

You mean that, uh,
sweet piece of tail

from the Bathing Beauties flick?

- Exactly.
- Claudine might answer to that description.

Yeah, I bet she would.

Ah, hey, Cecil, come here.

Alright, I want that
broad at the casino, okay?

And I want her to do a number and I
don't want to hear any more excuses.

You understand?
- Yes.

Get out of here.

You goon. Are you
trying to get me k*lled?

Why? You are doing him a favour.

I have as much chance of
getting that ball breaker

to sing at his casino as I have of
getting Ross Cannon to answer my letter

by next week.

Just relax, Signor Ainsworth.

You're asking me to relax?

Yes. That's what I'm
telling you. Relax.

I didn't tell you,
but I have an idea

where we can get more of
what Farrino is asking for.

Yeah? So, calm down.

God give me strength.

Oh, Rose, how lovely to see you.

Oh, my dear, you do look well.

I do hope that Luce is
helping you to settle in?

I was just coming
to look for him.

Ah. I'm terribly sorry I
wasn't there to greet you

at the station, my dear.

Well, you're always
so frightfully busy.

Well, I do have one or two
rather demanding guests

at the moment, it
has to be said.

Well, I hope I won't
be any trouble.

No, no, no. Of
course, you won't.

You'll be quite the opposite.
Keep Luce from under my feet.

Hasn't he been
making himself useful

with your plans
for the basement?

Oh, well I have an
architect for that,

and I wouldn't really want to
impose upon Luce's holidays.

And, and, and besides he's got,

got all sorts of manner
of things on his plate.

I'm terribly sorry I couldn't put
you in a larger suite, my dear.

Honestly, I don't mind.

Oh no, I don't suppose you do.

The cosier the better,
perhaps, for newlyweds.

I'll go see if
he's in the garden.

Oh, yes.

Oh, dear.

Lucian!

Lucian.

I think you should
start a fresh bottle.

There's a little bit left.

- Goodnight, Mrs Wimpenny.
- Thank you so much.

You're very welcome.

I think we need more candles.

Room for a little one?

Oh, no. All the tables are
booked this evening, Cecil.

I'll dine with Carlo, then.

Er, not uninvited.

- Cecil, please, let him be.
- Charming.

Why don't you make
yourself useful

and go down into the cellar
and get some French red.

Why?

Because Miss Jane
would like some.

I bet she would.

Carlo, I wanted to apologise

for not being able to accommodate
you on the terrace this evening.

I'm afraid I had to give
the last table to Lucian

in honour of Rose's arrival.

I'm happy to eat Betty's food

whenever and wherever
it is served.

That's very kind of you.

Good evening, darling.

- Good evening.
- Bonsoir, Monsieur Michel.

I do hope that your drink with
Victor wasn't too onerous?

Not at all.

Any first impressions?

Well...

I think it's only fair
to savour a new flavour

for a little longer before
pronouncing if it is palatable.

Very wise.

Before you go, you had
a favour to ask me?

Oh no, Carlo, I really
don't want to impose

on you any further.
- Please Bella, please.

I have failed so far to supply
the list of names I promised.

Let me make it up to
you in some other way.

Very well.

Um, it was just to do
a spot of translation

- on behalf of Claudine Pascal.
- Of course.

It's a slightly delicate matter.

Oh, well, thank you for
trusting me with it.

- Buon appetito.
- Grazia.

Lucian.

Sorry.

- May I join you love birds?
- Yes.

Um, why don't you
take this chair?

If you like?
- Thank you.

I'm just going to go and catch
a word with the Bertrams.

We have so much to catch up on.

So, tell me, how
his married life?

I'm not sure I'm
much of an expert.

Oh, please, Rose,
tell me everything.

It's been so long.

Well, tell me about Victor.

Oh, no, he can tell
you about himself.

He's been waylaid by Carlo.

Will you stay in Portofino
after you're married?

Oh, good heavens, no.

I can't imagine what my
mother's going to get up to

without a sensible
hand to rein her in.

Oh, that reminds me.

Please join us for
communal exercise.

Main lawn, Friday, 8 AM.

It's compulsory, I'm afraid.

Victor?

Ma Cherie?

What were you talking
to Carlo about?

Ah, I was just saying
that every time I see you,

I have the same feeling as
the first time I saw you.

Oh, you are too sweet.

- Please, join us.
- Avec plaisir.

This is Rose. My
sister-in-law. You remember?

Enchante.

Oh, tell us that
story, that funny one?

No, it's like a joke. Second
time is always less fun.

So... er...

I, uh, I hear you may have a
spot of dinner for me, Betty.

Now that Tom, d*ck and
Harry have had their fill.

On the tray, Sir.
Under the lid.

Anything I can
help you with, Sir?

Yes, you can tell
me where my wife is.

She's in the office,
Mr Ainsworth.

And she said she had a
telephone call to make.

At this hour?

Lucian?

Lucian.

Where is he?

- Where's, where's who?
- Nish. Where have you taken him?

What makes you think
I've taken him anywhere?

Billy Scanlon. He has
friends in town, loose talk.

- He's somewhere safe, alright?
- Nowhere is safe.

Well, certainly not with
you. Is, is all this...

is this really necessary?

Oh, God.

A hovel, on your father's
land? What were you thinking?

We only meant to hide him
there for a night or two.

And it was the first
place that Danioni looked.

Perhaps because
you led him there.

Is he here?

Is he in the hotel?
Good God, no.

Then where?

I can't tell you.

Please Lucian, you
have to trust me.

Why on earth would I
do a thing like that?

His escape is planned.
The people are in place.

We have transport
across the border.

I am his only chance
of getting out of this.

This should be up
to Nish to decide

whether he wants anything more
to do with the likes of you.

Yes, yes.

At noon on the fifth
at the gallery?

Lucian?

I look forward to
it, too. Goodbye.

You didn't wake me.

Sorry, I thought you
might need the sleep.

You've already
eaten... without me.

I thought we could go swimming.

You could teach me like
you're always threatening.

Oh, I'm, I'm going
fishing... with Jonathan.

Hmm.

I am sorry.

I will make it up to you.

Promise.

CONSTANCE: Can I get
you something, Ma'am?

Don't suppose you
know how to swim?

My brother taught
me when I was six.

Could you teach me?

Actually, forget I asked.

I, I'm sure you've got
better things to do.

I could ask Mrs Ainsworth
for an hour after lunch.

Grazie, Paola. Prego.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Bruzzone's read the contract.
- And?

It's a stone cold
bust. I'm in breach.

But surely there's
some wiggle room.

If there is, I'll find it.

Bruzzone says I should claim
I thought a verbal consent

was given for concurrent
contractual undertaking.

So, in other words, you thought you
had permission to come to Portofino

- for a prior professional engagement.
- Exactly.

And blame my agent for
the misunderstanding.

Oh, very clever.

What is this place?

- It's a vineyard.
- I meant who does it belong to?

My cousin.

Oh, another one of
your bloody cousins.

Why exactly have
you brought me here?

To show you a solution.

You know, a solution
to our supply problem

- with our friends in Detroit.
- What?

Americans barely
drink wine, Danioni.

It's hard liquor they're after.

And it's hard liquor
they will get.

I'm sure you haven't
heard of grappa, right?

I can't say I have, no.

Oh, it's the kind of brandy

made from what is left
after the wine is made.

You want to try?

No point being here otherwise.

Bottoms up.

This? This is it?

Your brilliant master plan

to prevent me ending up with a
b*llet in the back of my head?

It's absolute filth, Danioni.

Leave the spirits.

And the strategising
to the big boys.

Hmm?

Look at it. Lovely
weather for fishing.

- We're ready, Sir.
- So, where are we headed then?

Oh, just a quiet
little spot we know.

- You can see over there there's a little bay.
- Right.

Uh, it has quite a charming
little area to fish from,

we can still catch the light.
- Perfect.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

There you go, you see
the distance on that?

I think I might go for a wander.

Yeah, you go ahead.

I'm not leaving here until
I've caught something.

No more bites and muddy puddles.

Billy, you seem to be
a professional at this.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

You given me a wonky rod?

You're sure I won't
step on anything?

A rock or two maybe.

No, no, I meant creatures.

You know, sea urchins
and scorpion fish.

Scorpion fish?

Yes, I read about
them in a book.

Well, I've been bathing
here ages, Ma'am,

and I've never seen
anything like that.

Besides, if I can
get you swimming,

you won't much need worry
about where you put your feet.

It's alright.

Imagine pulling
through the water.

- Pulling.
- Like this?

- That's right, that's right.
- Am I doing it?

Kick your... kick.

Kick. Kick your legs.

Argh! Argh.

Kick your legs. That's right.

Nish?

Nish, it's Lucian.

Oh, Nish.

- Go.
- Ha-ha.

Your brother is on
the telephone, Sir.

Oh, God. What a
perfect nuisance.

Your thrashing
will have to wait.

Hello? Cecil?

Yes, Edmund, it's me.

This had better be urgent.

I'm playing Charles
for a shilling a point.

Well, of course it's urgent.

I wouldn't be phoning
from Italy if it wasn't.

You took my advice, then?

What? Oh, yes. I'm
summering here.

Now listen, Edmund, I'm... I'm
afraid I'm in a spot of bother.

What sort of bother?

Don't worry, I'm not
asking for money.

It's this whiskey business.

I, I've got entangled with
some, uh, Italian Americans.

Perhaps you know the type?

What do you want
me to do about it?

I need you to
telephone Ross Cannon.

In July? He won't like that.

Just get him to answer
my damned letter, Edmund!

Unless you want to find
me floating face down

in the harbour!

Good God.

I can see you learnt how to
eat like a peasant as well.

Revolutions are not built
on immaculate table manners.

Go on.

Still, you could slow down.

Nobody's going to
fight you for it.

My body needs sustenance if
my wound's going to heal.

And will it... heal?

The iodine helped.

But it's starting to...
blacken around the edges.

I'm in and out of fever.

It doesn't look good.

Right, okay, well, um...

we'll have to get you out of
here as soon as possible, then.

And how do you
propose we do that?

You know, Gianluca's
furious at me

for interfering without
any kind of proper plan.

You were trying to protect me.

Now's the time for
him to take charge.

Well, they'll be looking
for him everywhere.

They'll be looking for me, too.

No, he's the bloody fool that got you
into this mess in the first place.

He's the fool who'll
get me out of it.

He knows this place like
the back of his hands.

He has a network, resources.

Still, I don't, I
don't trust him.

But I do.

Can we come again tomorrow?

You are very keen.

Well, I'd like to
surprise my husband.

I know how much
he loves all this.

I suppose I thought it
might be a nice way to...

make us feel closer together.

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, might I have a look?

Hmm.

- My mother.
- She's very beautiful.

Hmm.

Is this your brother?

My son... Tommy.

I best be getting back.

Mrs Ainsworth doesn't
pay me to dawdle.

Don't you employ
somebody to do that?

Yes, but they're all
usefully occupied.

Then hire some extra
staff, for goodness' sake.

Oh, well, if you have any
recommendations of people

who aren't in the pocket
of your fascist friend,

then please tell me.

- Danioni, you mean?
- Yes.

Well, just as it
happens, it was, um...

it was him I wanted
to talk to you about.

Oh, no. What's he done now?

Well, he's only... he's only
gone and promise that Miss Pascal

will sing at this wretched
gala evening at the casino.

Casino?

Yes. The one in, uh,
one in Santa Margherita.

Remember that, um...

that business associate
of mine I told you about?

Italian American. He's, um, put a
bundle into reopening the place.

What do you think?

Don't ask me. Ask her.

What? Oh, God well, it...

that's just the thing. I don't, I
don't think she likes me very much.

I wonder why?

Ask her for me,
would you? Please?

And why would I do that?

Well, for one thing,

I think Danioni would consider
it a tremendous favour,

which is no bad thing in light
of our planning application.

And another...

I could make it decidedly
worth your while.

Good morning.

It seems I may have
stumbled across

your concurrent
contractual undertaking.

Do tell.

Someone has nominated you
to sing at a gala evening

for the reopening
of the local casino.

- Someone?
- Danioni, according to Cecil.

But it could be Cecil. I don't know
who or what to believe anymore.

You think it's kosher?

It'll only take a
phone call to find out.

Do you trust him, honey?

Cecil? Oh no, not for a minute.

Him and Danioni are
definitely on manoeuvres.

But then again...

so am I.

No complaints?

Melanzane a la parmigiana.

-Si? Mm-hmm.

Ah, Betty, I was just
going to come and find you.

Oh, well, saved you
the trouble, Ma'am.

Miss Jane and Miss
Patricia were in raptures

about your aubergine dish.

Not too salty or stodgy for
them this time, Mrs Ainsworth?

Oh, come along.

- What did you need?
- Oh, I was hoping to use the telephone to call home.

Yes, of course. Would
you like to use it now?

Oh, gracious, no. In
a, in a day or so.

I just want to check first if
it were going to be a problem.

It's not a problem.

Is everything alright
at home, Betty?

Oh, just a bit of a flap
in the family, Ma'am.

Nothing I need bother you with.

- Are you quite sure?
- Yes, Ma'am.

Where did you dig
this chap out from?

Ah, he's my architect's nephew.

Well, he seems to be
whipping them into shape.

Yes.

Oh, I do hope you
don't feel excluded?

Oh no. No, I, I'm being lazy.

If my mother can manage
it, I'm sure I could.

You do seem to
manage most things.

I suppose I do.

Two left feet, darling.

Come along, everyone.

This is marvellous.

Billy, don't look so grumpy.

If I can do it, so can you.

Oh, Cecil, join in.

Preposterous, isn't it?

CONSTANCE: Just a little.

Signore.

Buongiorno.

Right?

- CONSTANCE: Oh.
- Okay, turn.

You alright?

La bella donna.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Grazia.

Lucian.

It was a moment of madness.

It was the sanest
thing I've ever done.

I can't go back to
how it was before.

I wanted your advice on
Rose, about addressing her...

fears about sex you mean?

Stay away from my wife.

Are you threatening me?

We got other ways we
can take over the hotel.