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It makes sense
for you to run the Penrose.

I need a fresh start.

Your employers
are laundering money,

and you're protecting them.

I told you.
I don't know anything.

If you don't come to us,
we're gonna come after you.

Um...

About us...
-Adam, there is no us.

You think Leo got you
in a way that no one else did,

but I'm a better man
than he ever was.

-Just be my friend.
-I want more.

-Marry me, Gina.
-My answer's yes.

Leo had a knife like this.

His father gave it to him,
but lost it.

No, it wasn't lost.
He gave it to his son.

-To me.

It's the ultimate question.

Head or heart?

The problem is knowing
which is which.

When every synapse is screaming
at you to do the right thing,

the sensible thing,
do you listen?

Or instead,
do you pay attention

to the pull in your chest?

Do you use your head?

Or do you do
what your heart really wants?

You didn't sleep a wink.

You noticed?

Guilty conscience
will do that to you.

If Sam knows
you've kept this from her...

For her own good.

Christ.

The man's penis is like
an emotional wrecking ball.

You've got to tell her
about Adam.

The longer you leave it,

the worse it's gonna get.

I don't believe you.

Why would I lie?

What possible good
would that do?

Shit.

No, of course not.

I mean...

No!

Well, thank God for that.

For a moment there,

I thought this was gonna get
very complicated.

Why the hell would he do this?

Adam wanted to be part
of Leo's family.

I think he was scared

of being rejected.

Wanted a chance to prove
himself.

By tricking us both?

He's a man.

A man that can cook
like an angel

but has
the emotional intelligence

of a house brick.

Oh, who does that
remind you of?

So, what do we do now?

This is a family business.
He is Leo's flesh and blood.

I think we should
give him a chance.

No!

If you're planning on leaving,
isn't that my decision?

Hey.

Another family meeting.

We seem to be making a habit
of this.

-Not a clue.

Gina said 9:00.
It's now 10 past.

You have an appointment?

Well, thanks for coming,
everyone.

Um, as you know,

Adam has been working here
for a few weeks now.

However, he didn't arrive here
by chance.

There was a reason
he chose the Penrose.

Adam is Leo's son.

Why didn't you just say?

Do you want to say something?

Okay.

I'm obviously sorry that
I didn't tell you all the truth

when I first came here.

That was a mistake. A big one.
But I thought...

Well, I don't know
what I thought.

I just hope you feel
that you can give me a chance

to prove that I can be
part of this family.

And...

That's it.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.
This is -- This is bullshit.

Right?

I mean, how do you even know?

Well, Adam did
tell me everything,

and Sam and I have
no reason to doubt him.

Oh, great. I'm really glad
he explained everything to you.

You know there's DNA tests
you can do?

I'm surprised
you're all so naive.

-Don't.
-No, he's -- he's a liar.

-Michael, please...
Sam.

1992.

That wine merchant
with tits like Jane Russell?

Am I right?

You're talking about my mother.

I can see it now.

Something in the smile.

It's blindingly obvious.

It's true.

All of it.

He's Leo's.

And therefore mine.

Welcome.

So did Sam sleep with Adam?

She says not.

You believe her?

Sam wants out.

Of the Penrose, the partnership.

All of it.
She told me last night.

-Well, it's been coming.

Actually, it's been bad
for a while now.

Listen to me. She's not my wife,
she's my business partner!

But it happens, doesn't it?

I suppose it was inevitable,
really.

It still means that I'd have to
find the money to buy her out.

I have money.

We're talking
hundreds of thousands here.

Ah, damn. There's me
down to my last million.

Think of it
as a wedding present.

But then there would actually
have to be a wedding.

What, you could raise
that kind of cash

Smart investments,
low outgoings.

From tiny acorns.

I have the money.
Seriously.

I want to do this
with you and Teresa.

Well, I can't.

Not like this. Not now that
you've offered to buy me.

I love you.
You love me.

Our daughter isn't gonna
be around here forever.

Let's just do it.
Now.

Let's just be two fucking idiots
and get married.

He is definitely my son.
I should make that clear.

The Geneva money
was meant for him,

my conscience locked away
in a safety deposit box

like Nazi gold.

-I wanted to tell you.

Okay, let me.

You enjoyed it.

You lied because you found
my humiliation amusing.

No.

I couldn't help it.

You know,
I can smile sweetly in public,

but don't fool yourself --

This is Gina's idea, not mine.

And what do you want?

Simple.
I want you to stay away from me.

I found it.

A large amount of cash,
hidden by the old mausoleum.

It's all in there.

You believe this is the money
they've been using

to prop up the Penrose?

So, what happens now?

You leave it with us.

Are you asking me or telling me?

We just both want you
to be happy.

I can roll with that.

I think you could do with
more stability in your life.

-God knows I've tried.
-Perhaps not incredibly hard.

Do you love her?

I always have.

And do you?

Do you love my father?

I do.

Well, then,
you both have my blessing.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ah!

Emotions controlled.
Sorry.

Temporary aberration.

We're getting married.
All of us.

I knew this day would come.

But it doesn't make it
any easier to accept.

Wow.
Isn't this a little sudden?

Not really.

He proposed a few days ago,

and I'm not a great believer
in long engagements.

Clearly.

I'm happy for you.

Really.

And for Teresa.
It's wonderful news.

Um, there is something else.

James is prepared
to buy you out.

Immediately.

What, he really has the money?

I guess the long-term savings on
personal grooming have added up.

I know
that we've discussed this,

but this means that we could
both actually do it now.

Maybe it's fate.

I get the Penrose and James,

and you get your money
and a new start.

So?

Thank you.

I'd like to
organize the wedding for you.

Seems like the least I can do
in the circumstances.

The Penrose was Dad's.

He would've wanted me
to have it.

Possibly, yes.

Well, then, we can't walk away.

But going back to London
makes sense for us.

I know what this is about.
This is about Adam, isn't it?

It's all about
her little protégé.

Gina's getting married.
She's moving on with her life.

And I want to do the same
with mine.

Really?
Then what happened with Adam?

Nothing.

Yeah?

'Cause I saw the way
he looked at you.

Nothing fucking happened!

I've made my decision,

and I am selling my share
of the Penrose to James!

And I just get
absolutely no say in that?

You are a grown man.

Stay! Go!
It's up to you!

But this time,
I am going to do what I want,

and I want to leave.

What's wrong
with a nice Sicilian man?

Well, I haven't met any.

They're rather
thin on the ground in Cornwall.

I like the Irish.

They know suffering.

It gives them character.

Okay. I approve.

Thanks.

And, uh, it would be my honor
to give you away,

like a real father.

I'd like that very much.

You think I'm leaving you here?

Well, yes.

The last thing you need
is baggage.

Especially
the well-traveled variety.

Of course I want you with me.

Don't be silly, dear.

Without Leo,

we're just two people sailing
under a flag of convenience,

eventually destined
to go our separate ways.

You're my mother.

No, I'm not.

And that's the point.

So London's cool.

There's a palace,
where the queen lives.

And apparently
there's this magical train

that runs underground.

Wow.
Sounds amazing.

That's if you want to go.

Obviously it's no Duesseldorf.

Heh. That's funny.

Everybody thinks I'm a joke.

I don't.

You know that.

Is this about Adam?

No, look, it's not my decision
to leave.

It's my mum's, okay?

Come on, it's obvious
that you can't stand him.

Do you actually believe him?

Well, I think
that he deserves a chance.

He's been lying to us
since the moment he got here.

Then he gets found out, and he
wants to play happy families.

God.
They say I'm dumb.

You know what?

I actually think
that me and my family

would be better off out of here.

So, yeah, take the Penrose.
It's all yours.

And I hope it makes you
really happy.

Has something been said?

Because if there's a problem,
then...

I'd just rather
not talk about it.

I think it's time
for me to move on.

Suzy, please.

You know I count you
as a friend.

If you or any member of staff
are unhappy, I need to know why.

It's personal.
I don't want to say any more.

Maybe it is the end of an era.

This isn't common knowledge yet,
but I'm leaving too.

Gina's buying me out.

But this is as much your hotel
as it is hers.

Maybe more.

Honestly, I don't agree.

It was always her and Leo.

Then go.

Don't wait for the wedding.

Just sell and get out of here.

-That's it. 30 covers.

Finish off sharpish
'cause we're full tonight.

Yes, Chef.

I hear you're getting married.

Yeah, next week.
Good news travels fast.

You stuck your neck out for me.

Not many people
would've done that.

One problem with this whole
"part of the family" thing --

None of them
are actually talking to me.

Well, just give it time.

They need to get used to the
whole idea of you being here.

-I did.

Well, honestly,
you brought that on yourself.

But, um...

Look, that's not gonna be
an issue for much longer

because, um, James and I
are buying her out.

Don't tell anyone.
It's just family only.

Well, okay.

So from now on, it's only me
you'll have to impress.

Well, there'll be food
at this wedding, right?

I think
that's a pretty safe bet.

Well, I'd like to cook for you,
say thank you.

To be honest,
I was going to ask you anyway.

Seeing as you do work for me.

But I appreciate that offer.
Thanks.

Yeah.

Marriage, Sicilian style.

It's big, it's bold,
it's hungry.

* And I will
stroll the merry way *

* And jump the hedges first *

* And I will drink
the clear, clean water *

* For to quench my thirst *

And there are
certain traditions.

Toc ferro -- a piece of iron
to ward off the evil eye.

Forget at your peril.

* Sweet thing, sweet thing *

Oh, and no gold.

Unless you want to curse
the entire marriage.

The bride must not look
in a mirror on her wedding day.

Which means she really needs
someone she can trust.

Well?

Bellissima.

Okay.

* And I will walk and talk
in gardens all wet with rain *

* Oh ohh *

* Sweet thing, sweet thing *

I've checked.
They're ready.

Right.

Gina?

Sorry, sorry. I'm -- I'm just
preparing myself.

Does this look all right?
This bloody "no mirror" thing.

You look beautiful.
Really.

Oh, God.

Gina.

Right.
It's just normal, isn't it?

Just normal nerves.

When I married Leo, I threw up
twice in the waste bin.

Oh, that was my voodoo.
Two hat pins in a Barbie.

I'd wondered if it worked.

Right, come on.

I'm hungry.

* And I will never, ever, ever
grow so old again *

* Oh ohhh *

-Ohh!
-Ohh!

* Sweet thing *

* Oh oh-ohh oh-ohh *

* Sugar baby *

I thought you weren't coming.

Would I do that to you?

Ready?

Yeah.

* Sugar baby *

You may kiss the bride.

Ohh!

Thanks.

Gina.

Ah! Thanks.

So how does it feel,
being a married woman again?

Strange?
Uh, wonderful?

All the above?

Sam, thank you.

This is beautiful.

It's a pleasure.
My parting gift.

I'm not sure
I really deserve it.

After everything.

The past is the past,
and that's where it belongs.

Now, I want you to enjoy.

Yeah.

Everyone got a drink?

You haven't really eaten

until you've eaten
at a Sicilian wedding.

14 courses,
ending with cake and espresso.

Sit down.
Eat with us.

Whether you're 1 or 100,

everyone is invited
to the same party.

Truly, this is la dolce vita.

Thank you.

Um, I never make speeches.

-Keep it that way!
-Good idea. Sit back down.

Thank you. Um...

But seeing as
I've just got married,

I'm gonna make an exception.

Thank you.

-Aww!

You're very welcome.

One, two, three, four.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Looks like
you're teacher's pet now.

Food always was the way
to my darling mother's heart.

That why you don't eat?

There are lots of reasons
why I don't eat.

Sorry.

That was out of order,
wasn't it?

It's none of my business.

I know it hurts her.

It's almost too easy.

Like pulling wings off a fly.

So, why are you really here,
bastard son?

Oh, I came here to, uh,
destroy you all.

I like you.
Do you want to dance?

Um, I think your brother
will stab me.

He's not my brother.

And I'm very happy for you
to take that risk.

Mrs. Harley.

Actually,
about that whole name thing.

I'm -- Ooh!

Hey.

Happy?

Everyone likes weddings.

And my mother?

Do you like her too?

Nothing happened.

I'd be the same if I were you.

I didn't want it
to be like this.

What did you want it to be like?

Look, whatever you think
of me...

...Leo was still our dad.

I'd like for that
to mean something.

And what?

You just fit in,
and

Why not?
Does it have to be that hard?

I don't know, Adam.
You tell me.

You're being a dick.

Yeah?

Well, at least I'm not a mug.

Hey, don't trust Gina,
by the way.

She betrayed my mother,
and she cheated on Leo.

She's a liar.

Just like you.

Don't kid yourself, Adam.

You'll never be
part of this family.

You want him?

A real Sicilian girl
would have him on his knees.

Maybe I'm not a real Sicilian.

You're kidding me?

Look at your eyes.
Your hair, like midnight.

And you tell me
you're not a real Sicilian?

Let me tell you something.

All my life, I've never
given a damn what people think.

Giuseppe Benelli does
what Giuseppe Benelli wants.

If you want him,
then you have him.

Very simple.

There's another
Sicilian tradition

you should know about.

For the future.

Every guest
must pay for the chance

to dance
with the beautiful bride.

-Of course.

That way, she can collect
enough for a start in life.

A house.
Or even a hotel.

Scusi.

-I do, Dio.

-Yes.

-You look beautiful.
-Thanks.

So do you.

What can I say?
I'm like a fine wine.

Neither age nor death
can wither me.

James is a good guy.

He is.

I approve.

Sensible choice.

You learned your lesson.

-Maybe.
-I don't blame you.

Being in love with a bastard
like me can be exhausting.

Time for a safe bet, right?

I'm sorry.

I should never have lied to you.

You were the other side
of my heart.

But it's time to let you go.

I don't want you to go.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah, I'm -- I'm happy.

It's just -- It's happy tears.

Sorry.

I love you.

I love you too.

Didn't know you smoked.

I don't, usually.

Why do you think I'm hiding?

We should talk.
Don't you think?

Fine.

You've got
until the end of this.

I knew it was wrong.

Obviously.
You were married to him.

But I couldn't help myself.

It's like when someone tells you

not to touch a plate
because it's too hot,

but for some reason you have to
find out for yourself.

So I'm a plate?
Fucking chefs.

I think I just called you hot.

Time's up.

Gina clearly trusts you.

Or at least she wants to.

But I don't.

If you're leaving here
because of me...

Christ! You really think
this is all about you?

You're just like him,
you know that?

The charm, the smile.
The fake apology.

But here's the thing
about getting older --

You get wiser too.

They're leaving.

You should do the same.

Every party comes to an end
at some point.

But you have to say goodbye
before you can move on.

So, this is it.

It's been interesting.

Well, look on the bright side.

At least
we didn't murder each other.

That's true.

But this is best.
For both of us.

-Yeah.
-I'm just glad you're happy.

Yeah.

I've got my man.
I've got the Penrose.

What more could I want?

Gina.

Yes. Yes.

Will you still be here
when I get back?

Our rental starts next week.
My solicitor will be in touch.

Oh.

Well, look,
after all we've been through,

I think
I'm actually gonna miss you.

-You're drunk.
-Yeah.

Gina.
-Yeah.

It's basic human nature.

Keep telling someone
they're a bad penny,

and eventually they'll decide
to prove you right.

Buonasera.

So...

My daughter gives you
a home and a job,

and this is how you repay her?

I came here for the money.

It was meant for me,
and your family took it.

-I came to take it back.

I thought I found something else
I wanted more.

Turns out I was wrong.

Shame.
I thought you were a smart guy.

Smart enough to know
when I'm not wanted.

You lied to Gina,
and she still took you in.

You know why?
Because you're his son.

You're the son of
the only man she's ever loved.

And you think you're not wanted?

A family is worth
all the treasure in the ocean.

Don't make the same mistake
I made.

Put it back.
And we go home.

You put it back,
and nothing happened here.

Okay?

Would you stop, James?

-Yeah, please, please.

Gina, are you okay?

Gina?

I cried when we danced,
and you asked me why.

Well, you told me.
Happy tears.

Yeah, the thing is,
I don't think they were.

'Cause when we danced,
I was in your arms,

but I was dancing with him.

With Leo.

Maybe it was the wine.
I don't know.

But I could see him.
I could feel him.

You still have feelings for him.
I get that.

You know, you get drunk,
emotional.

These things
don't just disappear.

But it's you and me now.

That's what
we both have to focus on.

No, that's the problem.
That's not it.

Not all of it, anyway.
This isn't just about Leo.

Gina, for fuck's sake,
talk to me.

It's -- It's all this.

You and me and this marriage.
It just makes sense.

For us. For Teresa. For Sam.
For the Penrose.

There isn't a single good reason

why this isn't
the perfect solution.

-I am the problem!

'Cause I'm bad-tempered,
I'm always right.

I'm -- I'm a hurricane!

Do you think I don't know this?

Believe me, you don't want me.

Not the hurricane me.
Not this me.

You're funny and you're smart
and you care for me.

You're the perfect man.

It's just that
I shouldn't have any man.

Not right now.

Some people keep warm with
a comfort blanket by the fire.

Me? I'd rather
burn the house down.

So, what the fuck
was all this about, Gina?!

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna hurt you more
if I let this carry on.

I could make you suffer
over months and years,

or I can
rip the plaster off right now.

No, no, you don't do this.

You don't get to tell me
what's best for both of us.

I'm a grown man.

I can fuck up my life
very nicely all by myself.

I know you.

I walked into this
with my eyes wide open.

I thought you did, too.

Look, and you don't
deserve this, James.

Nobody does.

I am -- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.
I've been an idiot.

That's pretty much
your default setting, right?

Yeah.

-Mum's leaving next week.
-I know. You told me.

I don't have to go.

Unless you want me to.

Because if -- if you do,
that's fine.

Oh, shut up.

Okay, here's what I think.

I think we should either do this
or not do this,

but that we should do it
because it's what we want,

and everything else
is irrelevant.

-Totally irrelevant.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Gina?
What's happened?

Where's James?

Ms. Vincent, Ms. Benelli?

This is a search warrant.
Shall we?

Try that one.

Fine.
We'll search the entire hotel.

Come on.

Come on!

So if none of us
moved the money, where is it?

Adam.

Where's Adam?

What's going on?

There's an old story about
a farmer who found a snake

freezing in the snow.

The farmer takes pity
on the creature

and places it
inside his warm coat.

But as the snake thaws,

it wakes enough
to turn and bite the farmer.

The farmer dies on the spot,

and the snake drops back
into the deep, cold snow

to freeze into ice.

The police are leaving.

I suppose he's done us a favor.

Without him, we'd be
in handcuffs right now.

Cuculo.

Always steals the nest egg.

I'm so sorry, Gina.

It's been a long day.

Gina is right.

A creature of habit
can never change,

no matter what kindness
you show it.

But perhaps we all need
a snake in our life

to save us from ourselves,

to make us harden our hearts

just enough
to get what we need.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Just for the record,
I walked away from James.

Did you marry him
just to make me happy?

I hoped
it would make us all happy.

Seemed like a good idea
at the time.

Never, ever settle for any man

who doesn't
make your heart sing.

I'm leaving.

With Michael.

Michael and I are leaving.

Well,
your timing is immaculate.

Please don't cry. I can't --
I can't take it if you cry.

I'll be all right.
I'll be better than all right.

I know.
That's why I'm crying.

I couldn't sleep.

There's a lot of it about.

I thought you really loved him.

So did I.

I'm sorry.

You know, the wedding
and all of it.

It's okay.

Really, it's okay.

You slept with Adam.
Truth.

No. Truth.

But I wanted to.

And now I know why.

Fucking Leo.

How can he still be screwing up
both our lives?

It worked, you know,
all of this?

I know we didn't always see
eye to eye,

but it really worked.

And do you know why?
Because you stood up to me.

Which drives you insane.

Maybe I needed
a little bit of discipline.

You match me.

We're ice and fire.

So which of us is which?

Doesn't matter, really, does it?
Alternate it.

Week on, week off.

Now I know you're drunk.

Care to join me?

Okay.
Where are we going?

-Stuttgart.

About 90 miles
southeast of Duesseldorf.

-Oh, for God's sake.

Shall we just get lost?
Together.

Okay.

Okay.

Every woman
needs a devil in her life.

Even if it's only for a summer.

Just like every soul
needs what it needs.

The trick is to see it.

Service!

But these days, you can make up
the rules as you go along.

Okay. Three smoked mackerel.
One black-truffle ravioli.

Yes, Chef!

You know,
we are utterly broke now.

We have nothing.

We have a hotel.

I don't smoke them.

Highly recommend
that you start.

Well?

You're a great cook.

I'm a great manager.

We're a hell of a team.

I vote we stay.

Here. Together.

Agreed.

That was easy.

Hey, maybe we're
starting to get on.

I suppose anything's possible.

Head or heart?

There's really no competition.

Never, ever been a fair fight.

But one thing's for certain --

You can find friends
in the most unexpected places.

And a good friend beats
a delicious lover hands down.

* My, my doney little gal *

* Don't you guess *

* Better be making
your wedding dress *