All language subtitles for Man in a Suitcase s01e22 Jigsaw Man

This is Naples.

Excuse me.

Napoli, city of laughter and song.

Beg pardon?

Napoli, city of laughter and song.

Un po' qui, eh?

Va bene, così.

E anche qui, qui.

E qui.

Va bene.

Who is it?

A friend.

Come in. All right, come in, friend.

Good morning, Silvio.

Go to hell, Ciro.

I don't think so.

It must be Gio Nebri.

Oh, really?

This is London, city of laughter.

No, no.

Swinging London.

Beg pardon? Swinging London.

It's getting late.

Well, hold on just a minute. I think I'm
almost ready as soon as I figure out

what I forgot.

Oh, excuse me. Marcia Smith.

Ciro Albighetti.

Barnaby Smith.

How do you do? I did not mean to
intrude.

I'm accustomed to intrusions. Our McGill
is a difficult man to keep to oneself.

Excuse me. Could you see if I left
anything in the bedroom, please?

Oh, is that a shirt under that raincoat?

The shirt?

The shirt. I think there's one under the
raincoat.

You forgot your toothbrush.

Keep it, to remember me by.

I'll see you to the airport.

No, that's okay. It's not necessary.

You see, Miss Smith... Barnaby Smith.

See, sometimes a little discretion is
necessary.

Where are you going? Italy.

What time's your flight?

Private airplane, then helicopter.
Please, Mr. McGill.

When will you be back?

I don't know, but I'll see you then.

Be seeing you.

de Mancini, Mr. McGill.

Welcome to Lombardy, Mr. McGill.

Thank you.

You weren't unduly disconcerted by your
somewhat swift passage here?

Oh, no, no.

No, it's all in a day's work.

Yes, of course.

Please, sit down.

How was the weather in London?

It was great, as it been here.

Terrible.

You may look if you wish.

Well, that's very professional.

Thank you.

In business, details count.

Not for everything, of course.

First, one must have vision, resolve,
purpose.

But then come details.

He would have understood.

An intimate of Lorenzo de' Medici's.

What's that, an ancestor?

Yes. And a banker like myself.

Today, unfortunately, people seem to be
more interested in pleasure than in

power. Well, I'm pretty interested in my
time, and it's expensive.

Ah, Madonna, she was something.

A mother of nine children.

I, myself, have six children.

My wife, however, contrives to keep her
figure.

Like I was saying, my time is... Mi
piace conoscere i miei polli.

What does that mean?

It's a Lombard saying, we like to know
our cheeks.

Well, what more can you know?

Someone once said the true poet does not
dream, he counts.

You'll receive double your usual fee.

What for?

Isn't she splendid?

A man should know such a woman once.

Less than once would be to cheat life.

More than once, and he would betray it.

I want you to find my younger brother.

And what's he done?

Silvio has done nothing and everything.

What does that mean?

He wanders from city to city, from
nation to nation. And in each city it

there is a different girl, a different
job, a different adventure of sorts.

What's wrong with that? Maybe he likes
variety.

All varieties.

So he's a troublesome brother.

From Naples, I get a letter from my
landlord telling me Silvio has run out

the rent.

From Roma, a large bill for a block of
marble.

What is he, a sculptor? No, no, no, a
patron.

From Paris, a letter from a girl
requesting money.

From Munich, payment due on a grand
piano.

From Madrid, a claim for fraud.

Well, doesn't he have any money of his
own?

Naturally, as the eldest brother, I
inherited the money. Well, don't you

him any?

Oh, I see, I see. You inherit his bills
also. And you want me to tell him to

cool it or are you going to stop paying?

No, no, no, no.

His debts must be honored.

Ours is an old and noble family.

Well, what do you want me for?

Last year, Silvio became a 27.

The age is crucial.

Our father, in his generosity, left a
trust fund for Silvio, which matured

How much was that?

In American dollars, half a million.

All he has to do is sign the papers.

These papers.

Then the money is his.

And the problems are no longer mine.

There is your retainer.

Where do I find it? Follow the wind.

Which way is it blowing?

Last week I received two letters. One
from a girl, the other from an art

house. Both asking for money.

London? Correct.

I just left London.

Go back. You say the weather is great.

I should be in the helicopter, sir. You

failed too many times. Your brother is
this clever.

He runs in the family.

Still the office still stands.

Complete the mission and you'll receive
$50 ,000 American dollars. And McGill.

You'll make your path easier.

You know what is at stake? Si.

Fifty thousand for me, two million for
you.

The difference between talent and
genius.

Salutative, I mean, eh?

Meanwhile in London, uh, swinging.

London.

I should have gone to America, Sylvia.

Nonsense. A friend of mine, terrible
artist, went there three years ago.

He's already done three post offices.

You'll finish this.

With what?

It's not my fault this thing takes clay
like a dam takes cement.

Do something big, you said.

Something important.

You would pay for materials.

I have.

I need more clay.

You'll get it.

I'm discouraged.

You have no right to be discouraged.
You're breathing life into the most

important heroic statue since
Throdendigan. More clay.

I heard you.

Who is it?

McGill.

Over there, please.

You are Louise Baines, are you?

Yes, I am.

Keep your voice low, please.

Why?

Well, somebody may be listening.

Who?

One never knows.

You said on the telephone you
represented Count de Mancini.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, in that case, I shouldn't have to
explain.

Did you bring the money?

I brought the letter.

Do you write this?

Yes.

You know, blackmail is a serious crime.

I simply offered to sell the Count my
memoirs. These memoirs are the Count's

brothers, Silvio's.

Yes. Well, what are you selling Sylvia's
memoirs for?

And why should they be worth anything?

They're fascinating.

To whom?

And in what way?

Well, he borrowed money from me over 50
pounds and never repaid it.

What else?

Well, he had this friend, an artist or a
sculptor or something, and he was

making this kind of modern statue and it
had to be welded together.

He didn't have a stove, so Silvio gave
him mine.

Never returned it.

Is that all?

No. Oh, you see, they had this party
here. They went mad.

Ruined the carpets, furniture,
everything.

Do you know why?

Because they thought they'd invented a
new kind of shaving soap.

Oh, I can tell you much more.

Please do.

No.

I'm sorry I can't, you see, because I'm
a lady.

Point is, does the Count want his
brother revealed as a profligate or

No.

Well, do you think I could have the
money, please?

No, no money.

None? None. Not for memoirs.

Oh, well, in that case, it'll be
delivered by a special messenger to a

newspaper first thing in the morning.

Great.

Where is Sylvia?

I don't know. He's done enough to me.

All right, I'll tell you what. I'll give
you a hundred pounds.

Take care of all the damage.

But if I hear...

One word about memoirs again, I'm going
to go straight to the police.

A hundred pounds?

That's right.

Now, what do you say?

Oh, that'd be very nice, thank you.

I shouldn't really take it.

That's right.

When? Just now.

And what did you tell him? The truth
about the furniture and the stove and...

How much?

A hundred pounds. He gave me a hundred
pounds just like that.

Of course. I knew he would.

Silvio, you're a genius.

Naturally.

I need more clay.

I saw her and I paid her off.

That's all? Yeah.

Everything's under control. Just take it
easy and I'll keep an eye on her.

And the art dealer?

He's next.

All right, keep in touch.

Find Silvio.

Okay.

See you later.

You certainly know how to keep your eye
on a girl.

Well, I wouldn't want to miss anything.

Good.

Now, tonight, Daddy has arranged for a
nice little group to go to the casino

to spend a lot of his money, do a little
dancing, and then Daddy will talk to

you. No, Daddy won't talk to me, because
I don't want to talk to Daddy. Besides,

I'm working today.

Work tomorrow.

Look.

I have to pay for all of this luxury I
live in here.

Middle -class morality.

I've never done an honest day's work in
my life.

Shows, too.

Why do I pay any attention to you?

Ask your analyst.

I did.

What did he say?

I think he said, if I had you, I
wouldn't need him.

absolutely insist.

No.

You let me take you out laughing, don't
you?

Right. Then why not tonight, Wednesday?

Aren't you hungry?

Mr. Bargo, you are a lofty, passionate
man.

Correct. Only our proximity that makes
you feel the way you do. Yes.

You'd try to date any reasonably good
-looking girl who worked here for you.

course I would.

There's nothing special about me.

Nothing at all.

Why should I go out with you?

We could have scallopini.

Oh, may I help you?

No, but maybe I can help you.

I believe Silvio De Mancini owes you
about 20 pounds, 15 shillings and

for clay. Is that right?

Are you from the brother?

Yeah, McGill's my name.

Berger.

This is way over due. But better late
than never.

I'm interested in seeing Silvio. Oh,
that's who?

Uh, would you give me his address?

I don't have it.

Well, you must have hipped that clay
someplace.

Oh, various places.

Well, name one.

I don't keep that kind of a record.

Come on, Berger, just give me his
address.

Look, he owes me a little money, but I
don't want to give him any trouble.

You're not going to give him any
trouble.

You do know where to locate him, don't
you? I didn't say that.

Berger, relax.

I've got some good news for Silvio.

Oh, what kind?

Uh, concerns money.

Always does.

Well, this is money he's inherited.

Now I've heard everything.

It's a lot of money.

A lot?

Oodles.

How many oodles?

Oh, it'll be about 50 pounds for you if
I get to see Sylvia.

And he'll be able to afford it, and I
think he'll be pretty grateful too,

believe me.

Well, the fact is he, uh... He sometimes
hangs out at a gambling casino called

Tronson's.

Tronson's tonight?

Maybe.

Well, what time maybe would I find him?

Maybe between 8 and 10 o 'clock tonight,
out in front.

Thanks. Maybe I'll be there.

No guarantees.

Stupid,

I never got the money for the clay.

Oh, what pity.

Look, he said there was money for you, a
lot of money, no strings attached.

Oh, don't be foolish.

Pass me the grapes. Look, we all know
your brother is rich.

Soaked in wealth, like a chalice woman
in water.

Well, it may be true.

Oh, just a trick, I assure you. He
merely wants me to repay my debt to

Ah, you're a fool, Silvio.

You too, Louise.

Writing that letter, blackmailing the
brother.

You sent him a bill.

Well, that's different.

Did McGill pay you for the clay?

No, I forgot to ask.

And you call me a fool?

Here. Pay them full.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe this makes me an accessory. Okay.
Talk to McGill. What have you got to do?

Maybe there is a pot of money. Maybe
your brother is willing to forgive and

forget. He's as forgiving as a hangman
and as forgetful as a sphinx. When will

have more clay?

In the morning.

Send it over.

Look at him. Man.

Big, reliant, intelligent, beautiful.

How finished?

Precisely.

Incomplete, imperfect.

Human. What about McGill?

Forget him. Finished.

I told him you'd see him tonight.

You did what? I said I'd try to arrange
a meeting. Out of the question. Perhaps

he'll pass out more money. Exactly.

That's so, but that's the danger.

What?

Greed. We have enough for now.

Your last word?

I've spoken.

Right.

Where are you going?

To tell McGill I couldn't find him. No,
stay here. I don't trust him. I can't

let him wait all night.

He'll find me tomorrow.

Saint -Francin.

Now, look.

Francine, go meet this man McGill.
Where?

Tronson Club.

Tronson Club in Mayfair. I can't go
there.

Out in front.

Right, in front.

Tell McGill I've gone to Capri.

That's a very nice place. He'll enjoy
himself.

I don't know.

But don't tell him anything too quickly.
He'll come up with 15, 20 pounds of my

brother's money.

You're certain it's okay?

Oh, certainly. And remember, I'm going
whoosh to Capri forever and I broke your

heart and... Here, take a cup, huh?
Okay.

Okay.

You call this food?

I'm a vegetarian. The bird, the chicken,
is a concession to Silvio's money.

Concession? You know, somewhere in
London, sane people are eating

Steak and kidney pie.

Good evening.

You were supposed to be in Mayfair.

Well, I thought I'd do a little better
if I followed you, Berger.

Silvio.

McGill's my name.

You found me quickly.

Wasn't too difficult.

You know Louise?

Hi. Hi.

It's terrible how he persecuted you.

And the burger.

You forgot to pay me for the clay.

And he's Tony.

Tony. Hello.

Yeah, it was a lot of fun, fellas.

Now, where do we talk?

Where are the others?

What others? What do you mean?

There's no way to do it nicely, McGill.
So why don't you call your stooges?

Listen, Silvio.

Now, you've led me around by the nose
for 24 hours.

I paid out a lot of your brother's money
already.

Had to stake out three people.

And I'm tired.

I've had enough.

Now, I have a nice, simple message for
you from your brother.

I'll give it to you in public or
private. Take your choice.

With pleasure.

Prego.

Just listen.

Oh, Berger, look at that.

Silvio, stop clowning around.

Do you think we should call the police?

Why don't they discuss this like
civilized people? I know a good Italian

restaurant down the street.

I'm not a cop and I'm not a creditor,
man. I'm from your brother.

Now, you've inherited half a million
dollars.

And all you have to do is sign a few
papers and that's it. It's yours. Half a

million. Did he say half a million?

He did.

Half a million what?

Dollars from him.

You should have told me. Poor man, and I
settled for a hundred pounds.

It's not my money, it's his.

Silvio, darling, sweetheart, can I help
you?

No, I don't want any help.

Come on, let's go back to the studio and
sign those papers.

Do I have a choice?

Silvio, can I get you some grapes?

Cashews? See what you've done?

That's life.

Shame on you, Daddy. Come on.

All I know is your father left the money
for you in the trust fund.

You have to sign here, here.

Never do it.

Hmm? I won't sign.

Well, if you want this money, you have
to sign.

You might as well get the others.

What others?

Your stooges, hoodlums, whatever.

Listen, man, I'm alone and I'm tired.

Now, why don't you sign these papers and
just let me get out of here?

No. He said no.

Now what?

He doesn't want the money. He doesn't
want the money?

Yes, you do. You want the money.

What's going on here?

You know.

No, I don't know. I'm asking you.

I've told my brother again and again. I
don't want the money. I won't sign these

papers. You mean he's asked you before?

I've got the scars.

Why are you turning down half a million
dollars?

Why are you turning down half a million
dollars? Why?

Turn it down. I'll take it.

What's holding you up? You think the
money's recovered for something?

The money's real.

Then you gotta be kidding.

If I take the money... I move into my
brother's renaissance mausoleum and I

spend the rest of my life clipping
coupons and having peasants take off

hats in my presence.

No thanks.

Get the hoodlums. Get it over with.
There's no sense trying to run until

everybody's here.

I'm alone.

You mean you're just supposed to find me
and ask me nicely?

That's right.

That's so funny.

Did you read these?

They're in Italian.

Maybe you're really as naive about all
this as you seem.

Are you going to sign?

No. Now what?

Now nothing.

You're a big boy.

He's a big boy.

You're twisted, Silvio. You're warped.

Well, I'll give your brother your
answer.

There's just one thing.

Here it comes.

You're going to have to stop running the
confidence game on him.

It's not the confidence game.

Hugo simply pays my debts because he's a
sanctimonious prude with an

overdeveloped sense of family pride.

You had that girl, Louise, blackmail
him.

Sometimes I need money.

Then sign these papers.

Otherwise, you're going to have to ask
your brother for it from now on.

I have pride.

You don't make sense.

What do I do that's so terrible?

I help Arthas with money.

I take odd jobs. I date pretty girls. I
move around. I get into fights.

And I run up debts.

Are those terrible crimes?

Would you pay to hush them up?

My brother does.

You're playing games with him.

I'm always playing games.

So it's now.

No. Sit down, Mr. McGill.

Have a grape.

All you had to do was to sign your name.
Three times.

I've heard of rebellion before, but this
is ridiculous.

You could have taken a few thousand and
bought some more clay.

You could have taken it all and given it
away.

Not according to the terms of Father's
will.

What else was in Father's will, Sylvia?

Look.

There are no guns.

There are no hoods here.

There's nothing.

Now, why won't you tell me the truth?

Why don't you want that money?

It's my affair.

It's terribly impossible.

I waited for half an hour. He never
showed up. That is followed by the most

awful -looking man, really.

Oh, there you are, Mr. McGill.

My name's Francine. Sylvia can't see you
tonight. He's gone forever, whooshed to

Capri, and he broke my heart. Be quiet,
Francine. Well, didn't I say it right?

Quiet. Where's my 20 pounds?

Quiet! You're going to report to my
brother?

Yeah. I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

I don't think I ever shook hands with a
guy who turned down half a million

dollars before.

I don't suppose you could forget to tell
my brother where I am.

No, I don't suppose.

Just until the morning. I want to say
goodbye to everyone.

My. Ugo's like a giant who stands over
all roads with a big hammer.

I have to move faster or he'll smash me.

I think you're wrong about him. Until
tomorrow.

Okay, provided that blackmail stuff
stops.

It stops.

I'll tell you what. Don't talk to me.

Tomorrow you can all go to Newmarket to
the races.

I'll stake all of you. Tomorrow I'll
stay home and cry.

Milan, Siro.

I've never been far behind you.

Good for you.

Did Silvio sign the papers?

Nope.

Nevertheless, you have done well to find
him.

Count De Mancini will be pleased.

He just doesn't want that money for some
reason.

I understand.

May I have the papers, please?

What do you want them for?

Well, I think now maybe I will interview
Mr.

De Mancini.

Hello?

But of course, it is a private matter.

Do you have any idea why he doesn't want
to take that money?

You may return to your hotel and await
further instructions.

Who from? The Count?

Naturally.

Take it easy, sir.

Good night, McGill.

He didn't say you were going to the
races with them.

No.

You're leaving?

I have to. When?

Tonight, but don't tell him to them.

I'll never finish him.

Don't worry, I'll send you money.

Don't bother.

It wouldn't be the same without you
here.

Want to see her, Silvio?

Never mind, go, go.

Now listen, Silvio. I don't want to.

No, no, go, goodbye, please, please.

Very nice to have met you, Silvio,
darling.

You'll see how it is.

Give my love to my brother.

Shut your... I'm making it. Business!

Now tell him to leave him alone!

The chateau is starting.

Sylvia.

Sylvia.

I'm sorry.

Very nice.

You set me up. No, I didn't. No, I
didn't. Just take it easy.

Now, this wasn't part of my deal.

You were not to be here. But I am here!

And that's a pretty brutal method of
giving money away you have there.

He's very stubborn.

Well, it's his business.

Did he sign?

No.

Never signed.

Okay, Cyril.

Now, you get your two bookends and get
out of here. He comes with us. No, he

doesn't.

He stays right here!

And no more of this.

Oh, no, no, no. A pleasant journey.

What do you mean, pleasant journey? To
where?

The Count will tell you whatever he
thinks you should know.

Back to Italy.

What do you mean?

A magistrate. They'll think I'm crazy if
I don't take the money.

It's kidnapping if you take him, Cyril.

Call it what you like.

Well, that's what it is. And it's making
me an accessory.

And it's going to make some pretty bad
publicity for the Count. I'm following

his order.

I doubt it, but I'll check on it. Now,
get out of here.

We are prepared to take him.

Then somebody's going to get hurt.

Has Silvio so charmed and captivated
you?

Or have you thought of a way to get your
own hands on the money?

Find Italy.

Thank you.

My father was a strong family man. He
wanted his sons to stay together.

Partners, friends.

Understand?

Yeah. I wanted a different kind of life.

Anyways, father put aside a part of his
fortune in trust.

Neither Hugo nor I could touch it until
I became 27.

It was time you became eligible for
about half a million dollars.

And Hugo for two million.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, he never said anything about that
part to me. He can't get his two million

unless I sign the papers.

Oh, I see.

Well, what's wrong with that?

If I sign and get my money, he has the
right to approve all my expenditures.

In other words, he runs my life.

Well,

couldn't you work it out with him? Work
it out? How?

To me, money is beautiful paper you
spend when you need it.

To my brother, it's stocks, bonds,
property, business, and office.

Five secretaries, seven telephones, a
wife, but children... Nothing wrong with

that. Don't you want those things?

I just want to be free.

Well, I have a right to my life.

Ugo has a right to his.

That's another reason I won't sign.

Ugo has enough power now.

Hey, what are you doing?

Room service.

I'm going to give you a party.

For me?

Yeah, with your brother's money.

Break the needle.

Give me that.

I don't know why, but the creative
process does the most peculiar things to

If you mind, stand back.

Yes, I'm beginning to like you.

We were meant for each other.

Doesn't mean anything.

Merely proximity.

If I spent as much time with any other
man, I'd feel the same.

I call it destiny.

You're all the same.

Of course.

Wouldn't it be lovely to be rich all the
time?

To me, we are.

Good, let me speak to him. No.

You come tomorrow early in the morning.

I don't take orders.

I give them.

Well, you're going to take this one if
you want to see that two million bucks.

Don't try to blackmail me.

You are not Silvio.

Okay, you go.

Early tomorrow is your last chance.

Did I hear you mention two million
dollars?

That's right.

For you?

I like my friends.

Charming.

Now, don't be sarcastic.

I'm not. I like them.

Except that one over there, Tony.

Building that thing.

Do you know what he said to me?

Yeah, I bet I do. He probably looked you
over real carefully and said, Lady, you

have any clay?

What is it?

It's a mobile, of course. It's a visual
representation of the principles of

indeterminacy. No, it's just pretty.

Thank you.

What's that?

Very good for the morning after.

I promise you.

Thank you.

A nicer party?

Oh, yeah. Lovely.

Thank you very much.

Oh, you put it on your expense account,
of course.

Of course.

Why is Ciro in prison?

For attempting to kidnap your brother
and assault.

I did not want that to happen. I promise
you.

Well, it happened.

And, uh... I heard that you're trying to
have Silvio declared insane.

It was just a threat.

Well, Ciro was going to try to make it
good.

Ciro will be reprimanded. What are you
going to do, bust him?

Take his stripes away or something like
that?

I have just spent many hours in a very
small aircraft.

My mood is beginning to sour.

Try one of your pills.

It is not easy.

For me to go to see Silvio.

Well, but there's a lot of money
involved, so that makes it a little

right?

The disgraced former American agent with
a gun to hire is about to lecture me on

morality. I'm not lecturing you on
anything.

But it's going to cost you 3 ,000 bucks
extra to see Silvio.

Well, at least you, unlike my brother,
appreciate the money.

I love it.

Careful. To me. To me.

You're in, bagger.

To me. Fine.

Careful.

Stop it.

How long now, Tony?

I lost a week.

Maybe two.

He's battered. But he's still human. No,
he's nothing.

Just beginning.

Maybe I'm nothing.

Nothing? You're a genius.

You talk too much.

It's open.

Miguel. It's okay, Silvio. He's alone.

Ladies and gentlemen, my sainted brother
in person, Count Dugo di Mancini.

I've wanted to talk to you.

Look what your hoodlums did to that
kid's statue and tell me... Quieter.

Your work?

Yes.

It's good.

Very good.

You help him? Yes.

We will help him some more.

There is no we, Hugo.

No,

we'll speak here in English.

In front of all these?

All these are my friends.

Very well.

I'm sorry about what Ciro did to you
yesterday.

It was not my wish.

You believe me?

Perhaps.

In all our life, I never hurt you. You
hunt me.

You haunt me and you spy on me. You
blackmail me, extort money from me, do

anything, everything to embarrass me. I
am willing to forget you are alive if

you do the same for me. Why, shall I
erect a stone for you in the family

cemetery? What a day, shall I say, you
expired.

What a fatal disease.

I just want to be free.

Who doesn't? Then shake my hand and
leave.

Now, before you do that, I better tell
you that if you ever try to intimidate

him again, I'm going to get the police.

You already did?

But your name didn't come up.

You protected me.

There were terrible floods in Florence
last year. The citrus crop was bad as

well. What good is all that money in a
Swiss bank?

Will it create jobs there? Grow food?

Will it make profits for you? I run
businesses.

I also do more for art than buy a few
pails of clay.

Sign the papers.

To corrupt you further.

To release energy.

Are strings still attached to his half
million?

He can have it unconditionally.

That is what I came here to say.

Oh, spend it, waste it right away. I
don't care. It's yours. Just sign.

You're a devil, Ugo.

Why? Your dreams can come true.

Complete freedom with a great fortune at
your command.

You know better.

I can't just waste it, throw it away.

That kind of money is responsibility.

Yes.

I don't want it.

Neither did I.

But I inherited the power, hence I
became the slave.

You had the freedom.

I learned how to build an empire.

I wanted the freedom, too, with all of
my heart.

Very well.

I could not have it.

So, I have my wife, the bambini, and
obligations, responsibilities.

I accept it all.

It can't be good. I don't know.

Oh, listen, Silvio.

You have learned to enjoy.

I have learned to control.

We're each of us. Like that statue.

Half a man.

Put us together.

Like a jigsaw. And we will learn from
each other. One man.

Together.

And what a man we will be, huh?

Just sign.

Burger? Sign.

Francine? Signed.

Louise?

No.

Why not, my dear?

Because. Because you want him to stay
with you.

I understand.

Tony?

McGill?

It's your life.

And it's my decision.

Respectability, convention,
responsibility, or this.

You've had both McGill. You've lived in
both worlds.

I can't help you, Sylvia. That's a
decision you have to make yourself.

Give me your pen.

You sign there, there, and there.

My airplane is standing by. We can fly
back to Milan this afternoon.

The family will be pleased to see you.
You can stay on as long as you wish.

I would like to show you what the
business is doing.

In a general way, of course.

And now this.

I suggest you plan on staying in Italy
five, six months.

Rome, Milan.

We have a new villa near Naples. Very
lovely.

And then after six months, a year, you
can decide whether you want to stay with

us or return to whatever you have been
doing.

Ah, Babini.

We'll be going, huh?

Yeah. I'll get my things.

No, dear brother, you won't need those.

I won't? No. You are a rich man now.

Ah, Ciro. Just in time.

We are all going home.

I see you bailed him out.

But of course.

Silvio.

Ciro is overenthusiastic, and what he
did to you was wrong.

But he is very loyal.

And in time, you will come to appreciate
him. He's a punk.

From now on, of course, he works for
both of us.

Never mind, Miguel.

A man has to grow up sometime.

He's running down the street. The other
guy's after him.

Catching up.

Silvio's down.

The other guy's down.

Joe.

Silvio.

Silvio.

Did he make it?

Silvio's out of sight. The other guy's
picking himself up.

Well, that's that.

I spoiled it.

Just a little too hard.

I told her the truth. I meant what I
said.

Do you think he'll ever come back?

Sure he will. A person becomes
accustomed to a person.

Find him for me again.

Let me talk to him again, huh?

No.

No, go quit chasing him. Leave him
alone.

Let him be free.

Maybe he'll come to you.

Most everybody does in time, don't they?

Why can't you make it tonight?

Because I have to make a plane.

Don't you ever stand still?

Sure, I do. It's around the monsoon
season.

Daddy wants to offer you a job.

What kind of job does Daddy want?

Oh, I don't know. He'll probably give
you a pair of scissors and let you clip

coupons. What difference does it make?

Why should Daddy want me?

Because I do.

The fact is, Dad is rolling in money,
and so am I.

Anyway, you could try it for six months
or a year.

Me, thee, and Daddy?

Ah, I left my toothbrush again.

I'll get it.

My analyst advises me to be perfectly
honest with you.

Actually, I find honesty an awful
strain.

But don't worry, darling. All you have
to say is yes, and you can have wealth,

social status, And me.