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I think it's creepy.

Everyone just staring down at a dead person.

Dad.

- He chose you. He wanted you. - I know.

I need an abortion.

It seemed that, as a tax avoidance strategy,

the Penrose Hotel had been placed

in Ms Benelli's name.

- He's your brother. - Half-brother.

Shit.

You never forget where you got married.

Which means there are hundreds of people

who will never ever forget the Penrose.

It brought them together for one special day

and made them truly happy.

I was one of those people myself.

I fell utterly, hopelessly in love,

but it wasn't for the first time.

I could never forget Gina.

We'd built this place together and, in a way, she'd never left.

All this time and I owned it.

- Mm. - It's mine...again.

Well, it's ours.

- Amazing. - Is that that Will chap?

- The one with the appetite? - It's so none of your business.

Welcome home, Ms Benelli.

Thank you.

Ah.

Leo brought me here first,

to this exact spot,

pointed at that view and then he told me

that we owned it.

Without even discussing it?

Yeah, well, he knew that I'd love it.

- How wonderful. - Yeah.

You do realise Dr King's wedding

is still booked for this weekend?

If there's any change of plan, in the circumstances...

No, I intend to honour all of the bookings.

I ran this place before and I'll run it again.

My way.

You are the boss.

Four double bedrooms.

Bijou home office.

Commanding views out to the river.

A large designer kitchen, fully equipped.

Suit keen...amateur...

..cook...

Either you bugger off now or that little phone

will be recording the fascinating sounds

of your own back passage.

Sorry.

They can't do this. This is our home.

- It's bullshit. - You're right, it's ludicrous.

To leave us like this and then give our only asset to her?

I don't see that we have any alternative.

Well, whatever the situation, we mustn't give up.

I mean, this isn't a war, dear. Nazi bombs aren't falling.

In situations like this,

a little bloody-mindedness goes a long way.

- Where are you going? - The hotel.

Official handover.

- Oh. Shall I come with you? - No.

I'll do it.

This goes straight up to my room. Thank you.

Are we seriously living in an attic now?

Sort of Miss Haversham meets the Addams Family?

Come on, let me show it all to you properly.

Or you could've asked me first

if I wanted to move in to Hogwarts.

Look, the house - the old house - was Leo's.

I paid him rent...sometimes.

So he paid for it all that time? You are unbelievable.

- Well, he owed me. - No, he owned you.

- There's a difference. - That's a bit unfair.

- I have to go. - Teresa.

- Teresa... - I'm sorry, Ms Benelli,

Mrs Vincent is here.

Right.

Bookings, legal paperwork. It should all be in here.

My own keys.

I'm so sorry. All of this can't be easy.

I still can't believe he did this to you.

No-one seems to be able to look me in the eye.

It's like he's died all over again.

Let me put the kettle on. Have you had breakfast?

No, thanks. Erm...

I assume that Suzy's reminded you about Rosa's wedding?

Yeah, we're ready. She's very efficient.

That's why he hired her. I think.

They can still see us, you know? Drones.

These days, the CIA can spot incest from 40,000 feet.

Yeah, but are you really sure that it's, you know...that?

Yeah, I Googled it.

Definitely illegal.

Unless you live in France, Belgium or the Netherlands.

Basically, you can fuck your sister

all through the Benelux countries.

OK, I'm being serious. We kissed each other.

You kissed me.

OK, we can just pretend nothing happened.

Nobody knows, nobody saw us.

There are no incest drones.

And we just walk away.

If that's what you want.

Everybody knows I'm fucked up.

This would just be the icing on the cake.

"The girl killed by rain does incest."

- Pure Kyle. - Hm.

Do you remember that day we went camping with Dad?

You were, like... What, five?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I got home and all I wanted to do

was tell Mum everything that we'd done

and then I overheard them talking.

I remember his exact words.

"There, I did it. I took her.

Happy now?"

So that was the end of my perfect day.

Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.

Nothing has to mean anything.

So just... forget about it, OK?

Yeah. Uh...

- If that's what you want. - That's what I want.

- Where are you going? - Home. Apparently.

Oh, there you are. Erm...

This is Detective Inspector Hicks.

If you think my mother

wouldn't spit in a police officer's tea,

then you don't know my mother.

Lovely. Thank you.

You understand my problem, Mrs Vincent?

Leo was a chef.

Yes, he ran the business,

but his heart was always in the kitchen.

That's why I'm sure all this was a mistake.

I disagree.

A fraud this extensive takes planning.

Malice of forethought.

I did a little digging into your own background.

Four A levels, an MBA,

several years working at an executive level in retail

and then you came to the Penrose Hotel as manager,

after which a erm... change in focus.

Your point is?

That far from being the trophy wife

of a deluded middle-aged man,

you're an intelligent and capable woman

who was her husband's equal in every way.

Most people think they can hide the money they steal.

Their mistake is that they assume

they're cleverer than I am.

They underestimate me.

I always find it.

Thank you so much for the tea.

Oh, you're very welcome.

A truly successful hotel needs atmosphere,

something you can feel but never touch.

It was my name on the licence but it was really always hers.

Gina's spirit embraced the place.

Yes, we grew it all here.

So was it really that perfect or is this just...

..more middle-aged nostalgic bullshit?

No, it's true.

For one summer, I had everything I ever wanted.

- He loved you. - Mm.

We loved each other.

So, now, do you...

love this Will?

Well, I need to know about that. I demand to know about that.

- Hmm. Honestly? - Mm.

- It's too early to say. - Liar.

I don't love anyone.

Not like that.

You will, when you meet them.

So when did you know that Dad was the only one for you?

Mm...

Honestly?

It's too early to say.

Oh.

I'm hungry.

You heard her. I had a life, had a career.

I just gave it all up.

Well, for a good reason. For Michael.

Or was that just my excuse?

Don't try, don't fail.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Self-examination is like masturbation -

if done at all, best kept private.

What's that?

- What's the matter with you?

Think you're cool? What do you think you're doing?

Eh? You just get down. You look like an idiot up there.

Are you happy?

You're a cockroach, mate, a parasite. This is my car!

You think you're surfing? Get down, you prat!

Well, jog on, mate.

Do you know,

when you were little,

you used to tell me everything.

You never stopped talking.

Hm. Shame I had nothing to say.

So talk to me now.

I've lost him. I don't want to lose you, too.

That night when Dad died...

..I erm...I wasn't there.

You were sick.

Because I'd taken a pill.

I had an abortion.

- How dare you! - Whoa, whoa, excuse me.

My daughter comes to you for advice

- and you help her do this? - This is my home.

She's clearly vulnerable.

She's still practically a child.

Actually, she is an adult and as such she has a right

to decide what happens to her own body.

I'm her mother.

Yet she chooses not to involve you in her life.

Have you ever wondered why?

Perhaps she senses that she can't really trust you. I don't.

You waited years to wreck Sam's marriage.

- That is unfair. - You can fool the others

who can't see further than their own noses,

but you do not fool me, so I would like you to leave.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, fine, under control. Gina was just leaving.

Do you know, Leo left me the Penrose.

It's mine, which means I can do what I want with it,

and I don't want you or your wedding.

Will you just give me some time?

- No, he needs to get down. - No.

- We're taking it. - Well, sorry, you can't.

- Michael. - No.

Someone needs to make a stand here.

They're not taking it.

Have you come to tell him to get out?

No, he's 18. We can't control him.

I mean, look, he's like a wild beast.

Oh.

Fine. I've got blood pressure. I'm not doing this. I'll wait.

* From sunrise

* Through till sunset

* You're always on my mind

* And...

I'm glad she got my old records.

Music sounds better with the scratches.

Shows it's had a life.

Teresa.

* I find... - Teresa.

* So I'm writing...

I'm sorry. I overreacted.

I really shouldn't have gone there. I...

Teresa.

Come on, now.

Teresa.

- Cancelled? Why?

She's unhappy with the way that I was treating her daughter.

So she forced her way in, threatened me,

and when I asked her to leave she told me the wedding was off.

Just like that?

You've had it planned for months. She can't do this.

Well, frankly, I wouldn't have her involved

even if she begged me.

To be honest, I feel sorry for that poor girl.

This is not your problem. I'm sorry. You're upset.

I can see I shouldn't have told you.

You've got enough on your plate.

No, this is Gina's spite, pure and simple.

I'm not going to let her get away with it.

Cancelled? Why?

Cos I don't want her money and I don't want her business.

- Then we have a real problem. - Why? It's only one booking.

To tell the truth, we need to return

this place to what made it really work,

which is good, honest food...

at affordable prices as well -

not just for some jumped-up GPs.

This needs to be a place that real people want to come to.

Gina, can I be completely honest?

Hm.

I've looked at the books...

and the accounts have never actually balanced as such.

We're losing money.

- Thousands.

The Penrose was Leo's flagship.

That's why he supported it with the rest of the business,

but it's never paid its way. That wedding was our lifeline.

Without it, we can't pay our bills.

Any of them.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad.

Help! Help!

Dad. Help! Help!

Come on. Help!

Help!

Hm.

You are unbelievable.

Do you have any idea how long Rose has planned this for?

- I know. - Months of work!

And you just turn around and cancel it. Why?

Well, we had a difference of opinion.

What kind of a person does that?

To just ruin a woman's entire wedding out of pure malice.

It wasn't that simple.

She told you what happened?

I'm not interested. Clearly, you couldn't resist

another opportunity to fuck up someone else's life.

I think you actually enjoy it, don't you?

Causing chaos and misery wherever you go.

Because it's all about number one! It's just...

- I'm sorry. You're right. - What?

I said I'm sorry. You're right, I'm wrong. I'm sorry.

- You're sorry? - Yes.

It's just that where Teresa's concerned,

I get a little bit, you know, I just...I lost it.

It was unfair and I overreacted.

Of course she should have her wedding here.

You mean it? You're prepared to have it back?

Yeah. I want you to talk to her.

Please just explain that I'm really sorry, it was just...

heat-of-the-moment stuff. Totally stupid.

Fine. I'll do my best.

Thanks.

Right...

To be honest, I'm more concerned about you.

This whole business with the police...

Is something that I've brought on myself.

I... I don't understand.

It doesn't matter.

Here you are, a bloody GP dealing with everyone's problems

and I'm moaning in your ear all the time.

Don't be ridiculous.

No, I've been ridiculous...

..which is why I want to organise the wedding for you.

At the Penrose.

Gina apologised.

- Admitted she was wrong.

We both want to do this.

I want to do this.

OK.

Hiya.

Hey. What can I get you?

Er, coffee, black. Thanks.

I can smoke in here, right?

Not unless it's 1983 and no-one's told me.

I'll be outside, then.

I spoke to Rosa and she has agreed

to have it back at the Penrose.

- That's fantastic. - Certainly timely.

And Rosa's agreed that I should supervise the entire day.

We don't have much time, so we'll need to get cracking.

Of course, that means you'll be working directly for me.

- But I... - And, in the circumstances,

I'm arranging for the the entire day

to be catered by a bespoke firm.

You don't think I can do this?

I just think that Rosa deserves the very best.

Don't you?

I thought we weren't cooking for the wedding.

Oh. When I'm happy, I cook.

When I'm unhappy, I cook.

When I want to strangle someone with my bare hands...

- You're Italian. I understand. - Hm.

- Spaghetti alle vongole. - Mm.

- May I? - Certo.

Mm. Leo showed you this.

No, my grandmother taught me and I taught him.

Didn't he tell you?

He said he invented it while sitting in a cafe in Palermo.

Something about being inspired by a blind violinist.

Oh, typical Leo.

Even his lies were stolen.

He never cooked like this.

Mm.

- Scusi.

Hello?

I don't know how you got my number.

Don't call me again.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Look, I'm sorry. I was really angry.

I'm really glad that you talked to me.

No more secrets, OK?

OK.

That's absolutely great. Thanks.

You seem brighter, dear. All in hand?

I think so. They'll deliver on the day.

- They seem very efficient. - Good for you.

What are you doing? I thought you loathed computers.

I'm following the money.

Oh. It really is quite Byzantine.

But...fascinating.

If there's a way out of this mess, I'm gonna find it.

Where's Michael?

Oh, he's in his bedroom, with the door locked.

I'm expecting the broadband to go down any minute.

OK, I think we need to get this straightened out.

I wasn't trying to commit suicide.

No-one was meant to think that.

I couldn't afford a divorce.

Let's face it, none of us could.

The business was finely-balanced.

I knew the minute a lawyer got involved,

the whole thing would come crashing down.

I thought if she saw how the stress of losing her

had affected me, she'd have a change of heart.

I mean, I only took five.

I'd just had a brilliant idea for a fresh scallop dish.

I did not want to die. Obviously.

Not my finest hour... intellectually.

And, God knows, I didn't want Michael to find me.

Not like that.

Dad?

Dad?

It seems some pills are more potent than others,

especially if your coronary arteries

aren't as spruce as they used to be.

Yeah, not bad.

Rustic.

But with a touch of class.

A bit like yours truly.

If you just check in, then you can relax upstairs. Perfect.

Getting married.

It's the closest most people come

to being on a 24-hour coke binge -

boundless energy, high as a kite, nothing but me, me, me.

But, believe me, the cocaine works out cheaper

in the long run.

- Wow. It's amazing. - How beautiful.

Everyone's worked really hard on it.

- Shit. It's work.

Erm, excuse me.

- Are you OK? - Me?

Today's your day. Everything's under control.

So relax - and that's an order.

Yes, ma'am.

It's perfect. It's all so perfect. Thank you.

I'm just so glad everything came together.

- Sorry.

Hello?

Yes.

What do you mean you're not coming?

What circumstances?

I can't hear you properly. Hang on.

Wait.

Say again.

Yes, there have been issues with the business,

but I can assure you all accounts will be settled

at the end of the month. Hello?

Hello?

Shit.

Hey.

Hey.

I need to talk to you.

It seems all our suppliers are owed money.

How long since he last paid them?

- Three months. - Oh.

The bastard must've known it was all over.

Christ, it's a good job he's dead or I'd kill him myself.

She's my friend.

This is my fault. My mess.

- I'll tell her. - Wait, wait, wait.

We could still do this.

With what? There's no food.

The wine merchant's just cancelled.

There's wine in the cellar. It's not what they're expecting,

but we can serve it. How many covers?

- 60. - Yeah, I can do that.

But I'll need help. Lots of help.

Why didn't the doctor say anything?

No-one knew he'd taken anything. The pills were under the seat.

Everybody just assumes he had this heart attack,

but what if he didn't?

I mean, I'd just had an argument with him and I was really angry.

What, so he killed himself

because his teenage son went off the deep end?

Mum was leaving and the business was gone.

I could've just pushed him over the edge.

Or he could've just had a heart attack and dropped his pills.

Look, I just want to know what to do.

Nothing. We do nothing. Who will this help? No-one.

But what if it's the truth?

Well, then, we bury it, OK?

You and me. It'll be our little secret.

One we take to our graves, OK?

OK.

I understand what you're saying, but, sorry, it's gone too far.

You will all be paid, eventually.

You have my word.

Again, absolutely no disrespect intended,

but I don't really know, in the circumstances,

- what your word is worth. - Suzy, please don't do this.

Not today.

Aren't you going as well?

Leo taught me all he could,

but now I know there's more to learn.

Even though I can't pay you?

I lied for him. I didn't like it but I did it.

So now I owe her. And you owe me, OK?

OK.

Wait.

Suzy.

Please, will you reconsider?

I just think you're making a mistake in walking away

from an opportunity like this.

Gina has no idea how to run this place, not as a real business.

But you do.

Walk away now and you're just another part of Leo's failure.

Stay and turn this place around

and you can probably write your own cheque.

Three weeks ago, I hated your guts.

I thought you and Leo were sleeping with each other.

- I assure you that did not... - I know.

The thing is...I thought you were the new me.

The younger model.

Stay.

Please.

You know she needed this wedding.

Without it, the entire place would've folded.

Maybe we both needed a miracle.

This was once a family business.

Everyone worked, everyone made it happen,

and the harder it was, the happier we were.

And as I see there's no opposition to this union,

I now pronounce you wife and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Congratulations!

Bunch together, please.

Is everyone here now?

All the people in the back, turn to the front,

ready for the photo.

Three, two, one...

Service!

I loved that word. It's a call to arms.

When you're in it, there's nothing else in the world.

Just service.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Table six needs Chianti.

Once you've experienced it, you just want more.

It's like a drug. You never want to come down.

- Well? - Nothing but empty plates.

I still don't know how you did it.

Peasant food - cheap and filling.

Whatever it is, it's delicious.

Well, it's service. No passengers.

Better give me two more.

There's something intoxicating about a full restaurant.

Here we are at last.

The noise, the heat, the sheer intensity.

It's no longer just a room full of people.

It becomes something alive.

- Champagne? - Yes.

- Happy? - Who wouldn't be?

I have just married a very rich woman.

You dirty little gold digger, you.

Don't worry, you can help me spend it.

In fact,

there's lots of things that we could do together.

I've shocked you. I'm... I'm sorry.

I thought...after everything he'd done to you.

But it's your wedding.

I know,

and I'll lie back and think of England, like a good girl.

- Don't you love her? - Oh, God.

That is such a loaded word.

It just works for both of us. It's practical.

Like it did for you and Leo.

No, that's not how it was. I loved Leo.

Just because you say it, doesn't make it true.

Snap.

Would you like some?

Mum's geriatric weed.

Oh.

- You got changed. - Can you blame me?

God knows where she found those clothes.

Well...

You look really nice.

What?

You don't take me seriously at all, do you?

Hm.

Don't take it personally.

It's more of a genetic thing.

Look, I know this is wrong, but it doesn't...

doesn't feel wrong, does it?

- Oh, shit! - Hey, erm, this way.

Come on.

You clever boy.

She's married her for the money. As good as told me so.

Well, let's hope she's got some.

It can be hard to tell sometimes.

You know, it's crazy.

I was married to Leo for so many years

but I never did this before.

I never really understood.

There's nothing else quite like it.

Doing this together made us who we were.

I never really understood why he ever left you.

Hm. Why would the rich man leave his wife

for a younger, beautiful woman? Hm.

No, I'm serious.

I mean, I know how I felt about him,

but you had all this.

We did it, Sam. Together.

Yes, we did.

I know you needed it.

Suzy told me.

Well?

Well, the Penrose lives to fight another day.

For the next month, at least.

You don't really care, do you?

Whether it makes a penny.

This is what he really loved the most.

The chaos and the craziness.

Maybe that's what I've been missing.

A little crazy.

Maybe you just miss him.

I did fall in love with her.

Problem was I loved Gina, too.

An unstoppable force met an immovable object.

And that can cause problems.

To say the least.

Oh.

Ah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

Hm.

Ciao, bella.

Magnificent.

Hey, come on.

Hi.

Same old Penrose.

Still a shit hole.

- I told you to stay away. - I know.

But I left something here a long time ago.

I've come to get it back.

I think he fancies you. Or he's after your money.

- I've waited long enough. - Shit. I'm so sorry.

She's been much better since she started seeing that Will chap.

Will's in Bali.

You can't just go, can you?

The decision you're about to make is irrevocable.

- She's my sister. - Half-sister.

So please don't lie to me. What the hell is going on?

* Take a look around

* It's all flipped upside down

* They're taking down a tree

* It echoes in the street

* Oh, I

* Believe that

* We were meant to be...