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My name is Leo Vincent and I'm a professional chef.

This is my hotel, The Penrose.

People travel miles to eat here. I'm a success.

I've got an amazing wife and two incredible children.

My life is perfect.

Unfortunately, it's about to be completely and utterly screwed.

But food is my first and only love.

And that's no secret.

Food made my fortune - real food.

Delicious food.

Sicilian food.

Quaglia ripiena.

Panelle, caponata.

- How long for the polenta? - Ten seconds, Chef!

The problem is...I stole it all.

Every recipe,

every idea, it was all hers.

It all belonged to Gina Benelli.

Temperamental, stubborn and rude.

More like me than anyone I've ever known.

Which is probably why I divorced her.

This is my second wife, Sam.

She's beautiful, intelligent and a wonderful mother.

She's also convinced I'm cheating on her.

She's right.

- Is everything all right? - It's very good. Thank you.

How's she working out, the new manager?

Sophie, isn't it?

Suzy? Great. A smart cookie.

Lots up top. In fact, she reminds me of you.

I've got to go.

This is our son, Michael.

I used to look like that when I was 17.

It had certain advantages.

I just... I just never thought...

you were the kind of woman that was even

into the whole relationship thing.

No.

No, I mean, relationships?

Yuck!

You're really sure?

Yeah. Of course you're right. We should keep it casual.

Yeah. Of course.

Meet Teresa, my daughter.

She has what they politely call "a condition":

aquagenic urticaria -

allergic to water.

So she takes precautions everywhere she goes.

- Don't make me beg you. - I'm not going.

- He's your brother. - He is my half-brother.

But he has invited you.

He's invited every girl in Cornwall.

Sorry, every blonde in Cornwall.

So you can really stand out.

Oh, please come. Even if it's just for me. I hate parties.

- You love parties. - No, I don't.

I pretend, like everybody does.

And this party is deep in enemy territory.

I need someone that I can trust.

We can have each other's backs.

Will there be snipers there?

With your father, anything's possible.

I'll take that as a "yes", then?

No. It's a no.

But you can borrow my bulletproof vest.

Mm, ice cream! Lovely.

You could have this if you said yes.

I've eaten already.

No. You missed breakfast.

- You need to eat. - I need to go.

So, the party?

I'll think about it.

All women think their husbands are cheating on them.

It's basically our default position.

- You think I'm imagining it? - I think you need evidence.

You've checked his credit cards? His phone?

- What? You think I should? - Absolutely.

Men are creatures of habit.

Simple, repetitive patterns of behaviour.

We know that he's done this before.

That was different.

Leo and I were in love.

God...

Gina must have hated me if I made her feel like this.

Doesn't that mean she'd know exactly what to look for?

What?

- You think I should ask her? - It's what I'd do.

What makes you think I'll tell you the truth?

Oh, because I think...

Well, I hope we've been able to put the past behind us.

And it's driving me mad. I can't sleep.

I need to know and I think you can help me.

Nothing. That's what changed.

Nothing. There were no signs, nothing was different.

One day, he was my husband and the next day he belonged to you.

- You think I'm making it up? - These are for service tonight.

Try it.

Mm.

Delicious.

My mother, Mimi.

No one knows why she's called that. She just is.

She worked at Bletchley during the war.

Hitler never stood a chance.

I swear it's getting even easier.

I may have to write to them.

I mean, look...

One across.

Four letters: "Type of rock, typically sweet". Ha!

Oh, "glam", obviously.

I may have to decamp to the Guardian.

Compiled by half-wits, but these are desperate times.

Salmon needs sauce.

There's no sauce.

Now you know why I hate cooking for you.

Or seasoning.

Rosa was very clear about the salt risk.

Your blood pressure's too high.

Mm, this is lovely.

Thank you.

Creep.

No, it's really, really healthy.

You know, I've got to watch my salt intake, so...

- Hey.

I'm sorry.

I know you're just trying to look out for me

and I appreciate it, really.

Will you forgive me?

You're horrible.

Right.

I'll see you later.

- Where are you going? - Evening service.

- I thought I'd told you. - Well, can't Franco do it?

Not tonight. I can't risk him tonight.

A Michelin inspector's been spotted in Dartmouth.

Every executive chef west of Exeter's cooking tonight.

Voilà. The classic Michelin man.

Dining alone. BMI issues.

Used to carry notebooks, but now it's always an iPad.

Of course, they're fooling no one.

Franco! Franco! He's here. It's table four.

- How long for the bean ragout? - Two minutes, Chef!

Where the hell is Leo?

But he left two hours ago. Something about a Michelin man.

Oh, OK.

Here he is. He just walked in.

Sorry to bother you.

Mm!

* Floating on your breath tonight

* Running out of time

* I'll be begging for the kiss of life

* Oh-oh, waiting on the daylight

* Holding it together till the sunrise...

Now...

Now try this.

Latest creation.

Mm. That's amazing.

- Seriously. - Mm.

Is it...saffron?

- With a hint of sour cherry.

- You're far too good for me.

* Frozen

* In those vacant eyes

* Were all the warning signs

Do you think I'm getting fat?

Vain, maybe. Not fat.

You need to tell her, Leo.

She knows.

About us?

About you.

And someone called Sandy?

Oh, Suzy.

Oh, I wish.

There's nothing going on between me and Suzy.

No, what you're telling me is she suspects.

And there's a big difference.

Yeah, well, this time, she suspects right.

Yeah, I just... I don't think the timing...

No. I'm not going to lie to her.

And neither are you.

It's hard having a younger wife.

More pressure.

I think I've done quite well.

I still have hair.

I can't bloody pee, though.

Obviously, I was gonna lie to her.

But you knew that, right?

Looks like rain.

Seriously?

It's mad. How can anyone be allergic to water?

Believe it or not,

my medical condition isn't the most interesting thing about me.

You could be on the Discovery Channel or something. Seriously.

The Girl Killed By Rain or something.

Thanks. I'll add that to my bucket list.

So have you decided... about summer?

Erm...yeah, yeah. We're all going to Bali.

The whole crowd.

- You're going to Bali? - Mm.

- It's in Indonesia, I think. - Yeah, I know where it is.

Sure.

Super Brain Benelli.

You should come. It'd be great if you came.

Do you want me to come?

Yeah. It'll be amazing.

- So, will I see you tomorrow? - What's tomorrow?

Michael's 18th. It's at the hotel.

- There's food, right? - What do you think?

You're absolutely sure?

- Franco was lying. - And Gina?

I asked her. She couldn't help me.

- Couldn't or wouldn't? - Do you blame her?

He had mud on his shoes.

I don't understand.

When Leo and I first started seeing each other,

we'd go to the hut.

I ruined three pairs of heels that way.

So, what are you going to do?

Catch him in the act.

Sorry! Won't be a second.

So, how are we?

Did you try that herbal remedy I mentioned?

- Honestly? - If possible.

I have a cold shower once a week,

I get half my calories from antihistamines

and I carry a big umbrella.

Well, I found some new research.

Water allergies can be challenging,

but I still think that stress could be

a very significant factor in your symptoms.

Don't you agree?

I need an abortion.

OK.

I've confirmed your appointment.

You'll need to attend the clinic at 12:30.

You'll take one pill immediately

and a second pill six hours later.

The second one may hurt.

- And then it will be gone? - Then it will leave.

You'll need some pads.

No woman is an island, Teresa.

We all need someone we can talk to.

* Happy birthday to you

* Happy birthday to you

* Happy birthday, dear Michael

* Happy birthday to you!

Wow. This is genuinely impressive, Dad.

- Thank you. - Speech!

Thank you, thank you, guys.

Congratulations!

And I thought you might like this.

Oh, wow, Mum.

What did you get me?

Wow!

- I know. - That's... That's amazing.

I know you don't wear a watch,

but I thought every man should...

Vincent men work with their hands.

You keep it for best. Weddings and funerals, right?

Thank you. I love it.

- He hates it. - He said he loved it.

He's lying. Surely even you could see that?

Believe it or not, sometimes,

people actually say what they mean.

Leo!

A moment, please?

Clyde!

I need your help.

So, which one is Will?

Over there, stuffing his face.

Oh, I like him already.

Of course, no one appreciates the environmental aspect.

But if we increase swede and reduce meat content,

bovine methane is instantly halved.

I'm sorry, what are we talking about?

Pasties, Leo.

Every time a cow farts, our planet cries.

I thought this place was my little secret.

This is Cornwall.

There are no secrets.

Oh, God!

I hate parties.

Instruments of torture.

I got your message.

Bali sounds cool.

How much do you need?

A couple of thousand?

Basically, just what you've got in your pocket.

Funny, everyone thinks I'm loaded,

everyone wants to bleed me dry.

Apparently, I'm the gift that just keeps on giving.

About that trust fund...

A couple of thousand I can do.

As long as it's a secret.

Mum's the word.

I get it.

Smart people need to see the world. I did.

Just no more surprises.

And no tattoos.

Christ knows how much this all cost.

But that's my Leo.

A victim of his own generosity.

Mm, the man's a saint.

Everyone says so.

Oh, there's Samantha. Lovely dress!

How on earth does she manage to stay so slim?

Bulimia?

All right, see you guys, thanks for coming.

* You say you love me

* Do you really know what it means?

Christ. Don't they ever talk to each other?

What are you gonna do when you've fucked all of them?

I don't know. I'll let you know when it happens, though.

Why? Are you jealous?

Seriously? Yuk.

So, what's your exit strategy?

A new town? Or just hit Belgium?

Why Belgium?

The best-looking girls in Europe.

- Can't believe you didn't know. - I thought that was Iceland.

Uh-uh. Belgium. Google it.

Oh, and happy birthday.

What did they get you?

Mm-hm.

Tasteful!

So does this mean you're going into financial services?

Or are you actually going to become a real submariner?

Well, people do say I have a talent for going down.

Well, now you can time yourself.

It's got a second-hand, right?

Oh, shit.

- You're going to Bali? - Mm.

Are you? The two of you? Are you?

Erm...yeah.

When exactly were you planning to tell me?

Probably when it became some of your business.

You are my daughter. You live in my house.

You are my business. You're not well enough. Not yet.

You don't eat.

- People are starting to notice. - I'm not doing this now.

Yes, you are. We are going to talk.

Fine. Yeah, I'll start. Erm...I'm an adult grown woman,

which means I have a legal right to leave home

and go to Bali with my boyfriend.

Your turn.

And who is paying for all of this?

Oh, the bastard!

You want her to leave?

I want her to have a life.

Sometimes, we all have to make difficult choices.

- So it's my fault? - Did I say that?

Speaking of which...

Sam seems remarkably calm,

considering you've just told her that you're sleeping with me.

Oh, come on. Come on.

I'm waiting for the right moment.

Well, the...

Thanks very much. Thanks.

Are you drunk or stoned?

Well, I...

I just think we need to discuss the situation properly.

The two of us. The usual place?

Please?

Leo.

Hi.

No, thanks.

Sam?

Sam?

Talk to me.

- Sam! Sam! Urggh!

Please, put it down!

You two-timing piece of shit!

- Mum! Stop!

Please!

- Mum?

Stop it, stop it, please.

How could you?

With her!

Hypocrite!

Every day, you tell me everything was his fault.

He betrayed us both. And now you're screwing him again?

It wasn't like that.

All my life you have said this! And now you do this?

You weren't supposed to find out like this.

Everyone knows, Mum. How am I supposed to deal with this?

Well, at least I don't take his money.

That would be real hypocrisy.

Oh, I...

Why?

You ask for a simple answer to a very complicated question.

Oh, you know that she's given you everything!

You're right. You're quite right.

Do you love her?

Are you're talking about Mum or Gina?

Oh, for Christ's sake, of course I'm talking about Mum.

In that case, yes. Very much so.

- Then why? - Why?

Jesus. Everyone wants to know why.

I used to be able to answer that question when you asked me.

"Why do I have to go to school?" "Why is the sky blue?"

- "Why don't I like eggs?" - I'm allergic.

And you never made me go to school. Mum did.

I took care of the pastoral side.

And you're not allergic, you just choose not to eat them.

I get a rash and my tongue swells up.

I don't want to go through this again.

I don't want you to split up!

Michael...

I'm gonna sort this out.

I promise you.

Teresa?

- Teresa!

The starter was sublime.

Sweet and savoury notes blending to perfection.

However, the entrée...

..was its equal in every way.

This was, simply put...

..the best meal I will ever eat in my life.

Sam, I wanted to explain.

Please, get out.

Not until you listen to me.

I wanted to tell you ever since Leo and I got back together.

But he didn't want to upset you.

How considerate.

- How long? - Not long.

I need a number.

Five.

Well, no.

- Maybe six. - Six weeks?

Months?

Fuck!

Sam, it just happened.

No. Having a third glass of champagne "just happens".

Fucking someone else's husband for half a year takes planning.

- Well, you should know. - Oh, I was waiting for that.

It was 20 years ago!

I thought we were over that.

I didn't plan this. I didn't enjoy it.

I'm not going to apologise for the relationship.

But I am really sorry that you found out like this.

I always wanted to tell you.

So, all this time,

all these years when we were together, you still loved him?

I suppose I must have.

I know you didn't want to talk last night, but...

Sam...I just want to have a proper conversation about this.

Please?

OK.

Er...I'm... I'm gonna come back later,

when we've both calmed down.

Look. There. You need to get that fixed.

You're missing the big picture. It's called "patina".

Hm...

A classic car should always show its age

so you know it's had a life.

Hm...

Does the same apply to lovers?

I don't know why we did this.

Because, secretly, you've always loved me?

And, finally, you've realised that I'm the one?

No, I don't think it's that.

Well, what the hell has this all been about, then?

Honestly? I don't know.

But leaving Sam?

I love her, Gina.

I mean, you know that.

Please.

Gina?

Sam?

- Sam... - You've humiliated me.

But then, you're just my husband.

I counted Gina as my friend.

- I'm sorry. - Why her?

Of all the people that you could have screwed?

- It's hard to explain. - You better fucking well try,

if you want this marriage to last another heartbeat.

She just...

..knows me,

knows what I'm thinking and feeling before I even say it.

I don't have to try.

It's...erm...

It's as if...we go together.

Two ingredients that work.

And we don't?

For you and me, it's different. Now, you know that.

I could deal with the sex, Leo, because I knew I had you.

But, clearly, I was fooling myself.

I think she's the only one you've ever really loved.

Sam?

Please, Gina, will you go and see her?

- Why the hell would I help you? - She won't even talk to me.

You can explain things to her.

Just tell her there was nothing between us.

It was all a mistake.

This...is really very important to me.

I need us to show a united front on this.

Well? What do you think?

I think you're pathetic.

You don't understand. Divorce is not an option.

It's just...really bad timing, that's all.

Could we not put aside our differences?

Please, Gina, just help me sort this out.

No. I'm not gonna help you, because you don't deserve me

and you certainly don't deserve her.

Of course she should divorce you.

So, now, please, just...

Could you leave? Oh, and never come back.

Aconite.

Homeopathic.

It's for acute stress.

She's got to be an 18. 18!

I spend ten years skipping salad dressing,

half-kill myself in the gym every morning,

then he goes and screws his crazy ex-wife,

who's triple my dress size.

- You're really a six? - Ish.

Eight.

But my point still stands.

God, it's so humiliating.

It's Michael's future that I care about.

My son.

I can look after myself.

He's the one that needs protecting.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I assume everyone knows, then?

Gossip may be the devil's radio, but it's hard not to tune in.

Er...Suzy at the hotel told everybody.

I'm just reporting the facts.

So, is it a sin to sleep with your own ex-husband?

Oh, tricky.

- Can I get back to you on that? - Well, I am a Catholic.

You could argue that we never actually split up.

I'll definitely leave that to the Lord.

Well, maybe you could just give me a penance.

Again, as I'm not actually a Catholic priest...

I refuse to drive all the way into Chilstock when I've got

a perfectly serviceable priest on my own doorstep.

Fine. I'll give it a shot, seeing as there's a distinct

lack of sinners in the immediate area.

Frankly, I don't think you're looking hard enough.

Oh, maybe.

Oh...

I miss Stockwell.

So, why did they send you here, then?

As a reward.

I've never been so miserable.

So, what should I do, then, penance-wise?

Three vegetarian lasagnes

and some of that thing that you do with the aubergines?

- Done.

Done.

So, you think I have a case?

For divorce?

That's a definite case.

My mouth's watering already.

Dad?

You're wavering. I can tell.

This whole process, it just seems so clinical.

You're clearly a decent, fair-minded woman.

You don't want more than you're owed.

You aren't doing this to punish your husband.

You just want what's yours by right.

Yes, exactly.

Which is the precise reason why you need me.

Let me embody all the anger and betrayal you felt

when you learnt your husband was unfaithful.

Take it if you have to.

No.

I'm sure you're right.

All you have to do is instruct me.

Don't do this for yourself.

Don't even do it for Michael, but...

do it for women.

Sorry.

Yes?

Where is he?

Erm...are you a relative?

I'm his wife.

You know, when I married him, no one would speak to me.

Not a soul.

People actually spat at me in the street.

It took...six months to get a single good morning.

But I stayed.

They thought I was just some...floozy,

some tart who was after his money.

But they weren't gonna beat me.

And I showed them.

I showed them all.

I stuck it out.

And you know why?

Because I loved him.

I really loved him.

And, you know, the worst thing is...

..no one believed me.

I'm not gonna cry.

I never cry.

That might be where you're going wrong.

I suppose we all wonder what it's gonna be like

when it finally happens, whether it's gonna hurt,

or if there really is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Actually, it's fine.

Just like falling asleep.

Nothing to be scared of at all.

Mrs Vincent?

Dying isn't to be taken lightly.

Life is a precious thing,

something worth holding onto.

Going far?

Home.

Just home.

My husband collapsed earlier today.

He has died in hospital.

Once a man reaches a certain age,

he starts to care about his legacy,

what he's left behind.

In my case, things are complicated.

Let's just say there's unfinished business.

There are people who I've hurt.

Yes, my name was Leo Vincent and I was a professional chef.

This used to be my hotel.

My death may just be the best thing

that's ever happened to this family,

but it may take them a little while to realise it.

This is just the beginning.

Things are going to change.

We all leave traces, echoes and trouble - lots of trouble.

Sam has never fitted in here.

This is what he wanted, his last request.

Grow the fuck up!

They loved our darling daddy because he made them rich.

Fine. You win.

Gina's loving all this.

Next!