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The heart.
An incredibly powerful organ.

Working constantly
without ever having to stop.

The perfect plumbing system
in eternal operation.

I neglected mine.

But every system needs care.

Neglect leads to pressure
building beneath the surface.

Just like an artery,
when a pipe gets blocked,

the pressure builds
somewhere else down the line.

And by the time
it's discovered,

the damage
has already been done.

It's just a matter of time
before the whole thing blows.

Service.

Charity auctions.

The playground
for the rich and bored.

-Welcome to the Penrose.
-Thanks.

You could look a little
less pleased with yourself.

I can hear you purring
from here.

This is exactly what I wanted.

Dazzle the local money
and land ourselves an investor.

How could they not be dazzled?
Look at the place.

Fingers crossed.

We still
need 80,000

for the deposit
for the spa.

They spend that on wine.

Or bizarre beauty therapies...

Welcome.
-Hello.

...involving a sheep's placenta.

Thank you for agreeing
to all this.

Sam shall go to the ball.

Although I only met him once,

I hated Mason Elliot
from the minute I saw him.

Mr. Elliot, I'm so glad
you could make it.

My pleasure.

Beautiful place you have here.

Well, I'd be happy to give you
a tour at some point.

Sounds good.

Wait, wait.

When I heard you were
on a comfort break,

I presume we were talking about
a trip to the loo,

not a Mediterranean cruise.

Aren't you supposed to be
front of house tonight?

-Well, this needed finishing!
-When are you gonna trust me?

I do trust you.

I'm just dreading being paraded
out there like an exotic monkey.

Sam says now.

It's cryptic, but I'm sure
you can figure it out.

Oh, save me, please.

-No can do.
-Traitor.

-Sam's friend...
-Yes?

Wants a word.

Since when was Mason Elliot
Sam's friend?

Should that name mean something
to me?

Yes, Dio.
It really should.

Gina Benelli.

I've heard so much about you.

All good, I hope.

Better than good.

Legendary, even.

Your food this evening
was exquisite.

The risotto in particular.

Elegant, luxurious, earthy.

So, what brings you
to Cornwall?

I thought you found
the southwest

too provincial for fine dining.

I hope you don't believe
everything you read.

These journalists
blow every little sentiment

completely out of proportion.

So it's just a pleasure trip,
then, is it?

Not quite.
I'm here because I was invited.

Invited? By who?

Your business partner.

Would you just excuse me?

I'd love to have you
cook for me sometime.

We're pretty much booked up
at the moment,

but we'll try
and squeeze you in.

Thank you so --

Could I just steal you
for a moment?

Why in God's name
would you invite Mason Elliot?

Why wouldn't I?

You heard
what happened in Marlborough

when he took over the Heron.

Three places had to close
their doors within a month!

I thought he might be interested
in investing.

That man does not invest.

He devours.

The dessert should've been out
10 minutes ago.

My fault.
He's been too busy feeding me.

Teresa!

Ohh, mia figlia!

Okay, I can't actually breathe.

I wasn't expecting you
to arrive till next week!

Yeah, surprise.

Teresa! Ohh!

Where's Michael?

Um...

Well?
Where is he?

We broke up.

And I really
don't want to talk about it.

Oh, what's he done now?

-Excuse me?
-Mum, please.

Well, obviously it's something
pretty bad.

She wouldn't have come
all this way on her own.

Why are you assuming
it was his fault?

Is that a serious question?

Oh, my God, stop.
Please stop.

Stop.
I just want to go to bed.

Oh.

-Nicely done, Sam.
-Me?

It was you who was
drilling her for information.

Drilling? I was just trying to
find out what actually happened.

Exactly. There's no point
in assuming anything until --

Ah! She ate it!

-It's show time.
-Let's go.

Now, as many of you know,

tonight's cause
is very close to our hearts.

It means so much to be
able to host this event

and to offer the first lot --

a bespoke dinner for two,

cooked by
our magnificent Gina Benelli.

Come on up here, Gina.

Shall we begin at £200?

£200.

£300.

Excellent. 300.

£1,000.

Oh!

I have a request.

I would like Miss Benelli
to come to where we're staying

and cook for us there.

This is not what we agreed.

For that honor, surely you could
donate a bit more.

-£3,000.
-Can we have a little talk?

Sold.

I'm not going to do it.
I absolutely refuse to do it.

Congratulations.

I don't think you have
much of a choice.

He just bought you,
fair and square.

The glory days are over,
I'm afraid.

-They've even put me to work.
-How come?

Well, every penny goes
to the deposit for Sam's spa.

But I don't mind sharing
if you don't.

No, yeah.
Thanks.

You didn't ask
where Michael is.

It's none of my business.

Doesn't stop anyone else
in this family.

Do you know,
the most humiliating thing

is that Mum was right.

She said it all along
it wouldn't work.

Oh, self-pity this late
gives me indigestion.

Listen, it's better to regret
the things you did

rather than those you didn't.

Remember the good times,

and move on.

Welcome home, sweet pea.

Michael, Teresa's home.

Please call me
when you get this.

I just need to know
you're okay.

I was never really
a morning person.

I preferred the chaos
and clutter of the night.

But Gina was always up
with the birds.

It was her favorite time
of the day,

when she didn't have to
share the world with anyone.

Or her kitchen.

Buongiorno.

You know, a little distance

between a parent and child
can be healthy.

You lived with Leo
for most of your adult life.

And he behaved like an infant
for most of his.

Point proven.

Mm.

I know you've
set your heart on that spa,

but don't you think that
selling your business partner

is going a step too far?

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

Anyway, you'd be more rented
than sold.

Look, we both know
what this is really all about.

The fact is that
my prodigal child has returned,

and yours has done a runner
and left Teresa high and dry.

Why are you insisting
on blaming him?

You have
no reason whatsoever --

No reason?

He had slept
with half of Cornwall

by the time he was 18.

It's no surprise
that he's gone global.

My son's sex life
is none of your business.

Yes, it is,
when it directly affects

my daughter's well-being.

Oh! Stop!

Call the bloody plumber!

Do you want to talk about
what happened?

Fuck no. I want to talk about
anything but.

Well, this place
was mind-numbingly boring

without you here.

Glad to hear it.

That doesn't bode well.

We'll have to shut off
the supply for 24 hours.

What?!
I have guests to feed!

I warned Leo, told him
those pipes needed replacing,

but he kept telling me
to patch them up.

How much are we talking here?

You're looking at
around about 8,000.

What happened to
mates' rates, Steve?

I made your wedding cake
in 1996.

Now, that was a good cake.

How can I feed 40 people
with no running water?

You can't. We'll have to close
the restaurant for the night.

You can call the guests yourself
to personally apologize.

This is a joke, right?

Oh, no.
Of course.

You're punishing me
for calling Michael a slut.

Don't be ridiculous.
This is business.

I refuse to repeat
Leo's stupid mistakes.

I can't believe he's still
fucking us over

from beyond the grave.

I heard about the great flood.
What can I do to help?

Start gathering the animals
in heterosexual pairs?

Don't even joke.

I have visions of Gina
cooking in a life jacket.

I'm pretty sure you can
charge extra for that.

Seriously, though,
I want to help.

I'm not looking for
a free ride here.

Okay.
You can start tonight.

Front of house with Mimi.

Though watch your step.
She's been a bit waspish lately.

I thought waspish
was her default setting.

Teresa.

I'm sorry if he hurt you.

I can't.

Shall I say it in Spanish?
Cantonese?

There's nothing I can do

about peacocks fornicating
outside your window

at 2:00 in the morning.

I am so sorry to hear
you were disturbed.

Uh, let me find you a bottle
of something nice

to make up for it.

That would be most considerate.

The entire plumbing system
beneath the kitchen

needs to be replaced.

And Michael
still isn't returning my calls.

Have I done something
to annoy you?

You've hardly spoken
a word to me all week.

Don't be needy, dear.

It's so unbecoming
in a woman of your age.

I was thinking -- Monday night.

Monday's my night off.

Yeah, of course,
but we are losing business.

What's your point?

Let me have them.

I've been working
really hard on a menu.

You know, there's more
to running a kitchen

than just cooking.

Like what?

Like managing a service,

like overseeing the staff.

You're responsible for every
dish that leaves this kitchen,

and by proxy, for the reputation
of the Penrose itself.

You don't think I'm up to it?

I just don't think
you're ready.

-These just came for you.
-Oh.

"I'll send my driver
at 7:00 p.m.

Yours, Mason."

Honestly, thinks he can
just click his fingers

and I'll come running.

You're kidding.

I'd give my right arm for a
chance to cook for Mason Elliot.

Please don't be rude to him.

Ah!

Did you find your breakfast
this morning?

Find it? I had to
hike my way around it.

Do you know,
whatever happened out there...

...I want you to know that
I'll always be on your side.

I don't want you on my side.

It's just gonna cause
problems for you and Sam,

and things seem to be going
pretty well.

Oh, don't fool yourself.

Our problems
are varied and many.

How come you're all fancied up.

What?
What do you mean?

On a scale of one to ten,
just how attractive is this man?

Oh, don't be so ridiculous.
This is stupid.

Shut up.
Take that.

-Gina Benelli?
-Uh-huh.

Thought you could use
some company.

-What if I don't want any?
-Tough.

Here you are.

10 years today.

10 years.

To Edna.

Edna.

You hungry?

Yeah, I can eat.

How long is Mr. Elliot staying?

He hasn't specified.

Welcome.

I'm so glad you're here.

Well, you got lucky.

We had to close the kitchen
for the night.

What a shame.

What about your date?

Who might that be?

The ridiculously beautiful woman
who just stepped out there.

Oh, yes.
Not a big drinker.

To new friends.

You know, I met Leo once.

Really?

Not long after
you two were married.

We were both young and stupid,
trying too hard to impress.

-He'd just bought the Penrose.
-Where was this?

In a vineyard
in the south of France.

He outbid me on six bottles
of Château Lazar 1992.

They'd be worth a fortune now.

He told me that evening
that he'd just married

the most naturally talented chef
he'd ever met.

It was a great love affair,
then?

Yes, it was.

So, what went wrong?

Oh, nothing, everything.
Life.

That's a little tricky.

Thanks.

I have this great method
for sea bass.

Maybe I should show you.

If you touch my food,
I'll fillet your fingers.

At least let me taste the sauce.

Surely my donation entitles me
to lick the spoon.

Maybe a bit more salt.

Do you know, I've killed
for less than that.

I'm ready to serve.
Do you want to call your date?

Actually, Pippa, my niece,

has already left.

I was hoping you would join me.

Well, your reputation
precedes you.

Meaning?

Meaning that I know
exactly who you are

and that nothing you do
is accidental,

so what are you up to?

I wanted to meet you.

Really?

Really.

Ever since Leo mentioned you
all those years ago,

I was intrigued,

so when I received
the invitation from Sam,

I thought, "It's meant to be."

Mmm.

Do you ever get tired
of people telling you

how much they love your food?

Never.

Technically,
you still owe me a meal.

Well, it wasn't my fault

that the dinner
ended up on the floor.

Stay,
and I'll make you something.

I thought your cheffing days
were over.

Very special occasions only.

And it was special.

In that it will
never, ever happen again.

It was good fun, though.
Safe journey home.

How much are you short
for the deposit?

About 80 grand.

-That's a lot of grand.
-That's where you come in.

This is our budget
for food purchases.

And this is the amount
that Gina spent last month.

-That's more than twice.
-Exactly.

-So are you up to the task?
-I'll give it a shot, boss.

Michael still isn't answering
my calls.

Um, he was going on
a hill trek in Vietnam.

He won't have
any signal up there.

I wouldn't worry.

What's all this?

Teresa wants a job,
so I've tasked her

with bringing the kitchen
spending under control.

I thought you said
you were allergic

to any kind
of formal employment.

Yeah, when I was
a 15-year-old anarchist

with no need for an income.

Growing up sucks.

So did Mr. Elliot enjoy
the Gina Benelli experience?

Mm, you could say that, yeah.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Why do you hate me?

Just leave me alone.

-Oh, be careful!

-Sorry.
-What's going on here?

Do you want the good news
or the bad news?

Start with the bad.

Gonna have to keep the water off
for another 12 hours.

-And the good?
-I think I can do it for 7,800.

Gonna have to close the
restaurant for another night.

Don't fight it.

Just find something fun to do
with your night off.

-What's Mangan's?
-Fish supplier.

Expensive, but Gina says
they're the best.

This is absolutely impossible.

Without killing my mother,
there is no way to do this.

Actually, I've got
a couple of ideas.

I tried to talk to her
about it yesterday.

You know what she's like.

There's no point telling her.
You have to show her.

A little "welcome home" present,
dear.

Oh!

When Gina was pregnant with you,

she was starving
from the minute she conceived.

And Leo said
that she snored like a rhino.

Well, last night, you...

I...

Take the test, dear.

It won't change the result
either way.

Why don't you tell them
they make the delivery

or we change the supplier?

-Is that Italian for hello?
-Oh, shut up.

Whoa! What about your "this must
never happen again" speech?

Seriously, I'm not here
for your conversation.

You are leaving soon, though,
right?

-Tomorrow.
-Yeah, okay, perfect.

Perfect.

It won't bite.

No, but it could alter
the course of my life forever.

True.

Better get on with it, then.

The head chef
at the Heron is leaving.

This is a job offer?

I'd heard you were smooth,
but, wow!

That is taking head-hunting
to a whole new extreme.

It's the best restaurant
in the country.

Says who?

Half a dozen critics
and three Michelin stars.

I hate critics.

You should
never intellectualize food.

Are you seriously telling me
you haven't dreamt of this?

The Penrose is my dream job.

The Penrose is trading on

a number
of faithful returning clientele.

It won't last forever.

This is what I do.

I enable talented people
to become the best they can be.

So long as your name's
over the door.

My name is my brand.

Yeah.
And the Penrose is mine.

Besides which, I've done

the whole "mixing business
and pleasure thing" before,

and it's a bad idea.

It can be whatever
you want it to be.

Thanks.

But the last thing I want
in my life right now

is to be answerable to a man,

personally or professionally.

I spent far too long
playing second fiddle to Leo,

and I'm just not going to
do it again.

I thought these modern tests
were much faster.

You've been in that bathroom
all night.

All right, shall we do charades?
One word or two?

Four?

I'm not not pregnant.

I see.

Seriously, you do know
that contraception

was a marvelous invention?

I used contraception.
This isn't fair.

Apparently fertility
is my fucking superpower.

I'm scared.

Well, let's be scared together.

Can you feel that?

Yes.
Yes, I can.

Where are you coming from?

Mason Elliot just asked me
to take over

as the head chef at the Heron.

Is this a joke?

Can you believe
he actually thought

I would leave the Penrose
and become one of his chef-bots?

-What did you say?
-What do you think I said?

I told him
where to stick his offer.

You must have
really impressed him.

We've worked too hard here.
As if I would just walk away.

What if there was a way
to capitalize

on his professional interest
in you and help the Penrose?

No way!

Don't even think about
asking him to invest here.

Why not?
It makes perfect sense.

He wants you,
you are the Penrose,

and we need money
to buy the new site.

Absolutely not.

I forbid you
to go anywhere near that man.

-Forbid me?
-I don't like him! Okay?

Anyway, he's leaving town
this evening,

so please just let him go.

When did you have the biopsy?

Oh, couple of months ago.

Months?!
Why didn't you tell anyone?

I didn't want anybody fussing.
I'm old.

As death-related illnesses go,
breast cancer isn't the worst.

I've always been afraid
that my mind would go

and I'd end up talking to all
my dead friends in some home

smelling of soup.

You can't just
bury your head in the sand.

You have --
You have to do something.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.
That was a terrible mistake.

I shouldn't have told you.

I'm not a child.
I can handle this.

But you need to find out
those results.

And you need to tell
your mother you're pregnant.

Fuck that.

Tell you what --

I'll keep your secret
if you keep mine.

Huh?

-Do you have a minute?
-For what?

-Great, you're both here.
-What's this about?

A tasting menu.

-Is this a joke?
-Go on, Adam.

Well, it would allow us
to cut down

on the amount of ingredients
we're ordering

and save on prep time.

-Sounds great.
-Absolutely not.

-Let him finish.
-No need.

Tasting menus are about

tiny quantities
of pretentious food

at glorified prices.

People come to the Penrose
because they want a proper meal.

Sorry. I thought you understood
what we're doing here.

Adam...

Do you really think
that's the right way

to treat our staff?

What?
This is a terrible idea.

I don't think it is.

I think it might actually
be good for us.

-But you don't care about that.
-No.

You only care about
the Gina Benelli show.

Yeah.

God help anyone else
who gets in your way.

This isn't fair.

For years, you've been the
person I could always talk to,

and now you're
completely shutting me out.

If you're
worried about something,

then you know you can tell me.

The only thing
I'm worried about, Sam, is you.

I'm sick and tired
of watching you obsessing

about what isn't going right.

Gina, Michael, this place.

There are no living martyrs.
They're all dead.

If there are things
that you want in your life,

whether they be money
or success or love,

you have to be the one
who goes out and gets it.

I can't do it for you.

When I invited you down here,

I didn't mean for you
to try and steal my head chef.

No chance of her defecting.
She made herself quite clear.

Yes, she mentioned
you didn't quite hit it off.

She said that?

More or less.

Don't be offended.
Gina hates most people.

It's just the way she is.

But I don't make decisions
based on emotions.

If it makes business sense,
then it makes sense.

I want to expand the Penrose.

I have found the perfect
coastal site for a spa nearby.

The views are incredible,

and the owner
lost a ton of money

turning it into a sushi place
that everyone hated,

so he needs a quick sale.

That's why you invited me
to the auction.

I want us to realize
our true potential.

And that is why you
are the perfect partner for us.

I'm afraid I'm not.
It's nothing personal.

It's just
investing in the Penrose

doesn't make financial sense.

There's quite a lot of alcohol
in there.

Do you ever feel as though
you're the only one

that's stopping the ship
from sinking?

And no one else
seems to even notice?

And it is
just fucking exhausting.

Absolutely.

Really?

My father went to get milk
when I was 12 years old

and never came back.

I had three younger siblings,

and I spent my whole life
bailing water.

But that's what lifesavers do.

If it wasn't
for people like us,

everyone would drown.

Can't you leave me alone?

Please, for once,
just let me speak.

And then I'll go, I promise.

Your wife's heart
didn't just save my life.

It made my daughter's possible.

I just wanted you to know.

I'd like to call her Edna
if that's okay with you.

Yes.

Thank you.

So is it true you built
your empire from nothing?

Well, I had a family to support,

so I started
washing pots and pans,

I worked hard,
got promoted, and so on.

And what are you now,
a businessman or a chef?

Well, I'm no Gina
in the kitchen.

That was a bitter pill
to swallow,

thinking you're great
and realizing

you're actually only mediocre
at best.

So...

...I switched focus.

Now I enable talent.

I give them
what they need to bloom.

And what about you?

You don't look like you belong
here, in the middle of nowhere.

All this fresh air?
What more could you want?

Excitement.
Culture, chaos.

All the things
that make you feel alive.

I was offered a job at
Claridge's before I married Leo.

I never told him.

I didn't want him to feel like

I was sacrificing anything
for him.

And were you?

Perhaps.

I often think about
the impressive career

I could've had.

But this is exactly
where I wanted to be.

The perfect place
to bring up my son.

And where is he now?

Vietnam.

He's not the best
at keeping in touch.

I can commiserate.

I have a 23-year-old boy

who only calls me
when he needs cash.

Last I heard,
he was kayaking up the Nile.

But they move on
with their lives,

and we have to do the same.

For what it's worth,
I think you're very impressive.

I bet you say that
to all the women

you refuse
to get into business with.

I don't, actually.

I should call a cab.

Someone told me today
that if I want something,

then I have to
go out and get it.

Great advice.

It is.

Why did you cheat on Dad?

I knew it.

-Michael cheated on you.
-Just answer the question.

I know that he took your recipes
and stole the limelight.

Did you sleep with James
to get back at him?

Things were very intense
between us, very passionate.

And then his career took off
and his focus was elsewhere.

I just wanted it back on me.

Yeah, that makes
no sense to me whatsoever.

You know
that kind of electricity

you have with someone,
where your brain shuts down

and you just want loads more?

Anyway,
if I hadn't cheated then,

I would never have had you.

And you are, hands down,
the best thing I've ever done.

So no regrets.

I'm so happy you're home.

Night, Mum.

I hated Mason Elliot --

not because he was an asshole,

but because he had that look
in his eye, that conviction.

I knew his star
would rise faster than mine.

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Are you drunk?

What if I am?
I'm a grownup.

Hope you didn't do anything
I wouldn't do.

That's the only reason I outbid
him for that case of wine.

I didn't want him to win.

Château Lazar 1992.

Currently retailing
at £5,600 per bottle.

Mason Elliot and I
have more in common

than our taste in wine.

Little does he know
he's playing with fire.

Mason Elliot's a Goliath
in this industry.

We can't win this fight.

If you were my chef, you'd be
running my kitchen completely.

I want you to end it.
-There's nothing to end.

Please! He's a shark.
You just said so yourself.

When are you going back
to the hospital?

I'm getting
my results tomorrow.

And you're coming with me.

Mason Elliot needs taking down
a peg or two.

And we are just the women
to do it.

You wouldn't.

Yeah, you're right.
I wouldn't.

-Whoo-hoo!