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-Careful, mother. -Could you ask... -Careful!

-Just look at her! -Has she no sense of dignity? - She's going to miss the train, that would be typical of Lilia .

The truth is she has no respect for your brother's memory, and no respect for us.

It was your idea of Italian travel that saved us, Philip.

She agreed to go. That's to her credit. She could be quite transfigured by it.

Nonsense, she could have gone anywhere. But I had the greatest difficulty dissuading her from the Riviera.

See the little towns: Gubbio, Pienza, Cortona .. San Gimignano...

And Lilia, do not believe that Italy is just the tourist sights - such as art museums.

No, of course not. - Mr. King Croft, could you get me some foot warmers? - Its going to be freezing. Thank You!

Lilia, learn to understand about the Italian people. The people are more wonderful than the land.

-Oh! Philip I do wish you were coming with us. -Oh! What a whirl. Goodbye everyone.

Goodbye, darling. You be a good girl and do what your Granny tells you to do.

-Which Granny? -Both of them.

Goodbye, mother. Do not cry, it's only three months. I'll write you every week, I promise!

-Caroline! Come now. -Goodbye, father.

Come on, Caroline, or your chaperone will go without you.

Foot warmers, I need ... Oh my God!

Wave, Irma. Wave to your mother, Irma.

Make sure you sit facing west when you go in St. Gotthard tunnel, you'll see the most marvellous Campanile on the right.

And Lake Maggiore, that'll be on your left.

-Goodbye. -Enjoy yourself, Lilia. God bless you.

She has been there a long time, must be really keen. The hotel's nice and confortable.

There it is, Irma. Monteriano.

-There's no church there, I suppose. -Santa Deodata is one of the most beautiful churches in Italy.

You know perfectly well I mean an English church.

Irma, that is the postman. Run along and see if there are any letters

She promised me she would always be in a large town on Sunday. -Really, it is something that she is contented.

Although no one could live three months with Caroline Abbott, and not be the better for it.

Is that from mother? No dear, its from your grandmother.

Give it to Aunt Harriet, she can read it to us. - Was there something, Ethel?

The cook's very upset, she says she didn't break the handle on purpose.

Thank you Ethel, you can take Irma upstairs to wash her hands. -Come along, Miss Irma.

It doesn't make sense...

-Her letters never did. -Except, this is much peculiar than usual.

Here, you read it. Can't make head or tail of it.

How intolerable this crested notepaper is...

What is the difficulty?

What is it that puzzles you in this letter? -The meeting.

The meaning is quite clear. Lilia is engaged to be married.

Don't cry dear, please me by not crying!

Don't you talk at all! It is more than I could bear.

She's going to marry someone she has met in an hotel.

Come on. They should be here soon.

No, no. Si, si, grazie. Grazie!

Don't be nervous. Don't be! Philip loves Italy and Italians.

Let me look at you. Good, very good. Tutto bene.

Hello? Hello?

- Oh, God!

Hello? Scusa!

Monteriano? -Si, Monteriano.

I'm going cita, Stella d'Italia.

Where's the cab? -All gone!

Scusa. Scusa!

-Here comes the cab. Have a good trip. Thank you.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. Herriton. We only got the telegram this afternoon.

Good afternoon, Miss Abbott.

How long has Lilia been engaged? -Oh, quite a short time.

-I'd like to know exactly how long, if you could remember. -Exactly. Uhm...

Exactly eleven days.

Did you know him before you arrived here? -No. -I see. So, who is he then?

Well, he's a local. I mean he lives in the place.

-It is my understanding that they met at a hotel? -Yes, well... that wasn't quite true. -I see...

I was also given to understand from your telegram that he is a member of the Italian nobility.

Miss Abbott, I should like to know his name.

-Carella. -Carella? Thank you.

-Conte, Marchese or what? -Signor.

-Signor!? -He's very handsome.

Signor ...

-How old is he? -Oh, he's quite young.

-Exactly how young? -21, I believe.

Good God.

-His father? -A dentist.

-A dentist?! -Stop! for I'll tell you no more.

Philip!

There is Lilia!

Welcome to Monteriano.

You told me to come to Italy, and I'll never forget it!

I want you to meet Signor Carella.

You are beautiful couple.

You must be hungry!

Well, supper's nearly ready. You'r room's overlooking the piazza.

-It's alright, there's no need to change. -Excuse me, I'd like to wash my hands.

Please, that way!

Caroline? Caroline, you're such a dear to have told him.

How did he take it? I suppose you must have had a bad moment or two.

That's why I told him nothing. It's up to you.

It will only take a few moments you'll be lucky.

Oh look at the poor little fish!

But the fish will die, they'll have no air.

Fish live in water, not air.

Gino is a wonder at pallone, you know. -Yes, you are.

There's no one in Monteriano to touch him.

You play pallone, don't you Philip? Perhaps tomorrow you and Gino could ...

I think not.

England is a great country. The Italians love England and the English.

Italy too is a great country. Many famous men.

Garibaldi, Dante ... Dante "Inferno" "Purgatory", "Paradise".

"Inferno" most beautiful.

"Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita "

"mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, dove la diritta via era smaritta. "

Well, Philip, perhaps you are ready for bed?

Shall we meet for lunch, if we don't meet sooner? They serve cafe latte in our rooms.

I'd like to see you now, please Lilia, in my room, as I've come all this way on business.

Oh, God ...!

Lilia, we won't have a scene, I know everything. Miss Abbott told me a certain amount, and the rest I can see for myself.

See for yourself? - Lilia, Lilia!

Are you at least aware of the social position of an Italian who pulls out teeth in a minute provincial town?

What an interesting question.

-I thought Signor Carello was of the Italian nobility. -I only put that in so as not to shock your poor mother.

Anyway, he's got a cousin who is a lawyer in Rome.

Really, a lawyer? What kind of lawyer?

A lawyer just like you are. Except he has lots to do and can never get away.

I'm not blaming you. I blame ...

.. the glamour of Italy, I felt it myself, you know. And I greatly blame Miss Abbot.

Caroline? Why blame her? It's got nothing to do with her.

I know this may be painful for you, but I'm here to rescue you.

Now you may not think much of me, but I'm not frightened to stand up to a bully.

He's merely an insolent boy who thinks he can keep you here with threats.

He'll be different when he sees he has a man to deal with,

For once in my life I'll thank you to leave me alone.

For twelve years, you have trained me and tortured me, and I'll stand it no more.

I came to your mother's house a bride with no money and you all looked me up and down disgustingly and thought I might do.

Your mother corrected me, your sister snubbed me and you said funny remarks about me, to show how clever you were.

And when your brother died, I was to stay cooped up in Sawston with you all? No, thank you!

Thank goodness now I can stand up for myself.

I've found Gino, and this time I am I marrying for love.

Well, I forbid you to do it. You're ungrateful!

There is going to be such a row in this town that you and he will be sorry you ever came to it.

And it is unwise of you to laugh.

I forbid you to marry Carella, and I shall tell him so now. -Do! Let's have it out with him. Tell him right now!

Gino! Avanti!

Philip here forbids the marriage. Take care, or he might hurt you.

Mrs. Herrington is rather agitated, but there is no reason why we shouldn't be calm.

Please sit down.

-Might I offer you a cigarette? -No.

I'm going to be frank with you, Signor Carella.

I'm here to prevent you marrying Mrs Herriton, because I see that you will both be unhappy together.

-Capito? -Si.

She is English, you're Italian, she's used to one thing and you to another.

She is - you'll have to pardon me for saying this - but she is rich and you are poor.

I do not marry her because she is rich. -No, I am sure you are honourable.

But are you wise?

You must understand that we want her with us, at home.

Her daughter will be motherless, our home will be broken up.

If you grant my request you'll earn our thanks.

-Of course you won't be without a reward, for your disappointment. -Reward? What reward?

How about 1000 lire?

-1500? -No, no.

-All right, 2000. you can have it tonight. -No, it's too late. Because ...

Perché ci siamo sposati.

We are married! We did it as we were told that you were coming.

You've come all this way for nothing. With all of your generosity.

I'm rude. I am no better than a peasant.

Miss Abbott?

Miss Abbott?

Miss Abbott!

He's assaulted me! Can you believe it - in my own room?

I am not staying here, I can't. Its too late to leave now, but I'll leave first thing in the morning then.

He's lucky I'm English.

I can't stay here. I daren't.

You must take me with you.

I presume you knew they were married?

I could prosecute him, but I won't.

Hurry, we'll miss our train! Come on!

"As you can guess, my life is very active with much to do."

"My time is mostly taken up with the little house we've bought,"

"just outside the Volterra Gate, where Gino and I first met."

"Philip probably knows it well."

" I can't thank him enough. If it hadn't been for Philip none of this could possibly have happened. "

-Well done, Philip. - Shut up Harriet. -It was your bright idea to pack her up to Italy.

She's been seduced by a country, not by a peasant, but that's not something I'd expect you to understand.

-You mean like you were? She proved herself completely incapable of running a house in England, in spite of all my help.

I hardly feel she'll fare much better in Italy. Harriet, we must reply at once.

Tell Signora Carella,

That all future communications should be addressed to the Solicitors.

And I shall ask for the return of my inlaid box which I lent to her, for her collars and handkerchiefs....lent, not gave.

Signora! A letter to the English lady.

Wait!

Thank you.

-You see what I'm giving up to live with you! -The inlaid box, don't send it back.

You, silly! The life!

The Herritons are very well connected; they are the leaders of Sawston society.

But what do I care, so long as I've got my lovely, lovely, lovely boy.

Very beautiful!

Why don't you go and play pallone.

I'm a married man. I do not play games anymore.

Well go and see your friends, then.

-I've no friends now. -You can't stop indoors all day.

I want to see no one but you.

Silly thing, silly thing.

Now go and see your friends and bring them to see me.

You know I... I want to see people, I love society.

-But you didn't want to receive my relatives... -Gino, I'm not talking about your relatives.

Anyway, I said that I didn't want to live with them, then you would've had your mother and all your sisters living right here in the house with us.

-You are right. They are not for you. -No... I want to see different people, you know, like important people.

I mean, who are the most important people in Monteriano?

The prison governor and his officers, perhaps.

-And the mayor. -And are they married? -Yes.

-Well there we are then. Do you know them? -Yes, in a way.

Oh, I see... They look down on you, do they, you poor boy.

Well that's going to change, just you wait.

I want to wake you all up, just as I woke up Sawston.

I'm going to have real, English tea parties.

Oh, excuse me! I'm so sorry!

-Mr. Herriton! I hardly recognized you. -Are you going up to London for the day?

Yes, I travel up on this every month now. -Can I help you with this? - Thank you.

-Are you visiting friends? -No, charity work for the poor.

Well, we can travel up together. -Yes, I'd like that.

I know you thought me sentimental and wicked at the time, but you never knew how much I was to blame.

Really, I hardly think about it now.

I hated Sawston, you see.

The idleness, stupidity, respectability...

-The petty unselfishness.

I got an idea that everyone here made small sacrifices of objects they did not care for...

o please people they don't love. Must be bad, never learn how to enjoy themselves.

I thought Gino was splendid, young... If they wanted to get married, why shouldn't they?

So I called her to my bedroom one night and I asked her "Do you love this man, yes or no?"

She said yes, and then I said "Why don't you marry him if you think you'll be happy?"

-So she had to choose what made her happy. -I still see it made us look quite bad, when we first met him.

He was only a boy. Just going to turn into something fine!

That was lovely! What a beautiful voice, Signor Tesi.

I am sorry, I cannot stay.

Well... But ...

I'm so glad that you like music. - Yes, passionately.

I've not studied scientific music, but the music of the heart.

Well you must come again. We must have many lovely evenings just like this.

Goodbye. And thank you.

I won't be long.

You're probably right.

-What are you doing? -Going for a walk.

-Perfetta has to clear the lunch. -All right, I can go on my own.

-I forbid it. -I always do in England.

This is Italy! Married women do not wander about alone.

But I'm older than you and I shall do as I like.

I am your husband.

And I've got the money.

I said, I have the money, and you better watch your manners, you'll find it very awful if I stop...

What happened? What was it that broke?

Perfetta! What happened?

-What did you say to him? -I didn't say anything!

I said, I didn't say anything!

Wait a moment...

-Do you want a ride? -No.

-She leaped from the loggia? The roof? -Let me be! -How is it possible?

-Are you blind and deaf, stupid woman? -What do you want me to do?

Look at you! Covered with dust!

You are English lunatic! Look at your hair!

I am your husband, I forbid you to go out. There is no marriage if the wife does not obey.

There is no marriage if the husband is always gone.

If you wanted an obedient Italian wife just to stay at home, and eat with you and sleep with you, you would have married one.

But you didn't, you married me ...

...Because I'm rich.

You cannot walk out alone. My friends will laugh at me!

Will they laugh at me when you're sleeping with your woman?

-What? -You're not very clever, Gino. Not even clever enough to deceive me.

-You're laughing? -I cannot help it, I thought you knew nothing.

I give in. Let's neverspeak of it again.

I am as miserable now as I have ever been in my life.

"Irma, darling Irma, this letter is for you."

"It will make you unhappy, but I want you to know everything. And you cannot learn things too soon."

"God bless you, my dear, and save you, God bless your miserable mother. "

-How terrible! -It was inevitable it would end like this.

A lack of resources has always been Lilia's shortcoming.

She didn't like music, she didn't like reading, and she certainly didn't like work. What can she do but be miserable?

-Poor Lilia. -There's one consolation, that I seized the letter when I did.

Another moment and Irma's childhood could have been destroyed forever.

My love, my dearest Lilia. Be calm.

I have never loved anyone but you.

We light candles every day to Santa Deodata.

With my family, that is many candles.

I prayed all night for a boy.

-You're a boy yourself, Gino. -Then we shall be brothers.

Wake up!

Wake up and join us. He was born. It's a beautiful boy.

Grazie. Thank you.

Congratulations. What a handsome father.

What a wonderful family!

He is wonderful.

No ...!

- Are we to go into mourning? -Yes, we should. After all, she suffered.

-And you mean telling Irma? -Of course we must tell Irma. -Of course!

But I think we can still not tell her about Lilia's marriage.

Little girls of nine don't reason very clearly, and she looks on it as a long visit.

It is important, very important, that she should not receive a shock.

A child's life depends on the ideas it has of its parents. Destroy that and everything goes - morals, behaviour, everything.

-I must say it's been a rather hard luck. -On Irma? Why?

No, on us. We have the morals and behaviour also, and I don't think this continual secrecy improves them.

-There's no need to twist things around, Philip. -Of course there isn't.

But you're forgetting the baby. The solicitor is right, there's a baby.

-Let's keep to the main issue. The baby is quite beside the point. -It will make a difference to your money, surely?

Only a little. Your brother provided for every contingency in his will.

The money will come to you and Harriet as Irma's guardians.

-True. Does the Italian get anything? -He'll get all hers. -But you know what that is.

Good. So those are our tactics, to tell no one about the baby, not even Miss Abbott.

Most certainly that is the proper course. Harriet?

Here beginneth the new life then. Do you remember, Mother? That's what we said when we saw Lilia off.

Yes, Dear, but now it really is a new life, because we are all in accord.

Then you were still infatuated with Italy.

It may be full of beautiful churches and pictures but you can only judge a country by its men.

-Irma, what's that? -It's for me from Italy.

Give it to me! How dare you?! Give it here!

-"...the beautiful Monteriano..." -Give it to me!

- "...from your little brother." -Give it to me, at once, do as I told you!

-Ow! -Irma!

Come with me, dear.

And whose team are you on this week?

Now she wants to be the first to teach him The Ten Commandments.

-Her "little brother". -Well, it's too tiresome. -She forgot Lilia soon enough.

I suppose a "living brother" is more to her than a "dead mother". She can give him socks for Christmas.

She's bringing him in everywhere. The other night she asked to include him in her prayers.

-What did you say? -I allowed it of course. She has the right to mention anybody she chooses.

-But I was annoyed with her this morning, and I fear it showed. -Why?

She wants to pray for her new father - the Italian.

-Do you remember when I used to pray for the Devil? -He is the Devil. -No, Harriet, he's too vulgar.

-I'll thank you not to scoff against religion! Think of that poor baby. -Irma is quite right to pray for him.

-What an entry into life for an English child. -My dear sister, firstly, the baby is Italian.

Secondly, it was promptly christened at Santa Deodata with a powerful combination of saints to watch over it.

Philip, don't! We must watch Irma carefully.

She may not be able to resist the temptation to talk about her "new family".

Yes, the baby is a little bit difficult, Mr. Abbott. Especially as we are so far away. It was thoughtful of Caroline to take such an interest.

No, it was Irma mentioned it to me, miss Herriton, last week at Sunday school.

-We said a prayer for the child. -How very kind of you.

Irma! Button up your coat properly, you'll catch cold.

Mrs. Herriton, I wonder, could I speak to you for a moment?

Philip, take Irma home, will you. Harriet, tell cook that I expect luncheon to be served at one o'clock precisely.

-I wonder what she wants? -I don't suppose Mother will keep us in suspense.

The impudence! The cursed impudence! Oh! I'm swearing. I don't care!

-That... beastly girl, how dare she interfere? -Miss Abbott?

Yes! She wants the child to live with her, if you please.

To be brought up by her and her father, at our very gate, to go to school like a gentleman and she's going to pay for everything.

Oh! You're a man. It doesn't matter to you! You can laugh!

-Where's Harriet? -Let it go.

Let her mess with this by herself, let her meddle with things she doesn't understand.

She'll come to grief. That man will either marry her or murder her, or do for her somehow.

Philip, be quiet. I am wondering whether I ought not to adopt the child myself.

Just because of a few idiotic remarks of Miss Abbott's?!

Ethel!

Take my coat. And get down Mr. Philip's Gladstone from the attic. Hurry up girl!

-You are going to Monteriano. -Don't be ridiculous.

I've been an unfair... I'm fed up with that beastly baby.

If you don't go she will. You must pay all we've got for it.

And Harriet! Harriet must go too.

-Harriet will be invaluable. Harriet?

-Do we get single or return? -Single for me, I shall not get back alive.

-Sweet creature, how helpful you'll be when we get to Signor Carella's. -You don't think I am going to enter that man's house, do you?

-What have you come for? -To see you do your duty. -Thank you, thank you.

For goodness sake, buy the tickets!

-Foreigners are a filthy nation. -Those purple patches on your blouse, do they have any special significance?

They're all because of you. I had to pack in such a hurry, I poured ammonia all over my bag. Ruined everything.

-It will keep the flies away. -And I left my wash bag in Bologna.

I feel hot. Open the window.

-I'm going to buy tickets. -Open the window, I said!

Oh!...I'm blinded...! Something in my eye, I can't see.

-Oh! It's hot, isn't it? -I've never sweat so much in my life!

I beg your pardon?

No, excuse me I do not speak English.

Quite.

There is only one driver, but I have persuaded them to take us. We'd had to offer him a little more money. At least I think I did. -Good.

-Good day, Monteriano? Should I take your bags? -Thank you.

Not at all.

-Complain, don't just stand there. -Shut up, Harriet.

-Well? What did he say? -That we could share.

Don't be absurd.

We'll have to wait until he comes back, then.

I'm not clever, Philip, I don't go in for it. But I know what's rude, and I know what's wrong.

-Meaning? -You.

What's the good of cleverness if a man has murdered a woman?

- Harriet, I'm hot. -If you don't watch out he will murder you. I wish he would.

Tut, tut Harriet. You would find a corpse extraordinarily inconvenient.

-That hardly describes the fellow. We know he didn't murder her. -He murdered her, the things he did, which one can't even mention.

Things we must mention if we are to talk at all.

Because he is unfaithful to his wife, it doesn't follow that in every way he is absolutely vile.

It is the supreme test, a man's unchivalrousness to a woman.

Don't be so ridiculous, it's no more a supreme test than anything else. The Italians never were very chivalrous from the first.

You could condemn the English as well, condemn the whole lot. - I do condemn them. -The French as well?

-The French as well. -It's not so jolly easy.

-Look there. Don't you see any beauty in it at all? -No, it's frightful.

Old, it's... all too old. So many things have happened there. I can't explain it.

I shouldn't think you could. It doesn't seem the best moment to start your Italy-mania.

-Go! -Go where? -It's the Italian.

Good evening, signora. I'm back to Monteriano.

-Go! I mean it. -Don't be a goose, we're not going now.

Go this instant! Now! I can't stand any longer. Go!

-Damn you Harriet, please! -Swear if you like! Blaspheme, abuse me, but understand I'm in earnest.

-Harriet don't act or act better. I'd like two rooms. -No, no!

-We've come for the baby, and for nothing else. -Let the signora come down, let me go up and choose the rooms. -I shan't!

-The lady is not feeling well. -Ah, poor thing!

-Leave me alone! I don't care about the lot of you, I'm English. You're not coming down here, you're not going up! You'll just go for the baby.

-Please don't raise your voice, there is a lady sleeping. -You're going to wake up the entire hotel. -I don't care!

You'll probably be arrested for brawling. How can you be so ridiculous?!

Caroline!

Caroline, what are you doing here? Caroline!

-Mr. Carella lives down there. -Thank you.

Hello!

Is there anyone in? Hello!

-I'm looking for Signor Carella. -He's out.

Can I leave a ... biglietto?

Wait here.

-How's the baby? -Good, thank you. Beautiful like an angel.

Here's my card.

Please, could you give it to Sr. Carella?

Yes?

-He wasn't there. I'll meet him tomorrow at 10:00. -Good. Don't forget the blank cheque.

Right! Let's say an hour for the business.

No, two. Italians are slow.

It'll be twelve o'clock, then lunch. There'll be no point leaving before the evening train.

This is Italy, you can't buy a pair of gloves in two hours, not just a baby.

Three hours, then. Or four. It doesn't matter. We'll stop in Florence for a nurse.

-And if he refuses? -I have told the landlady we only want rooms for one night, and we shall stick to it.

You must try if you can to get hold of Lilia's silver bangles. They are quite nice and will do for Irma.

And there's an inlaid box I lent her, lent not gave, to keep her handkerchiefs in.

It is of no real value, but if you see it by any chance... Don't ask for it, but if you see it lying about...

No, no, I'll just try for the baby, nothing else.

-Mr. Herriton, may I speak to you for a moment? -I'm just giving myself some tea, it's rather weak.

-You see, Harriet knows nothing. -No more do I, he is out.

Mr. Herriton, don't be mysterious, there isn't time.

She might be down at any moment, and we shan't have decided on how to behave.

Sawston was different. We had to keep up appearances, but here we must speak out and make ourselves clear.

By all means. Let me begin by asking you a question. In which capacity have you come to Monteriano?

-Spy or traitor? -Spy.

Your mother has behaved dishonourably throughout. I can't trust her.

It's only natural I should take an interest. The child came into this world through my negligence.

Let us not argue. You're here to get the child, I'll help you, but if you don't get it I'll get it myself.

I don't expect you to believe me, but I can assure you you'll never get the child.

Money is no object whatsoever. I am here to carry out my mother's instructions, I think you'll approve of them.

She has practically dictated them; I myself do not agree, I think they're absurd.

So Miss Abbott you had better take entire charge of the rescue party.

-I've asked for a meeting with Sr. Carella tomorrow morning, do you approve? -Yes.

I understand you've already visited his house. Perhaps if you gave me a few details it might be helpful.

Mr Herriton, do you suppose that I would have entered that man's house knowing what I do about him?

We met by accident, while I was walking.

-What did you talk about? -Oh, the weather. He said there will be rain tomorrow evening.

Other towns, England, myself and about you a little.

-Is he preparing a warm reception? -Hardly, for you and Harriet.

He only asked after you and wished he hadn't been so rude to you when he met you.

-Did he really? What a memory the fellow has for little things! -You didn't think it was such a little thing at the time. You told me he'd assaulted you.

Did I really? I suppose I must have lost my temper.

-It is beautiful, isn't it? -Is that an opera bill down there?

Ah, it's "Lucia di Lammermoor" by the great master Donizetti.

"Directed by Alfredo de Sanctis. This evening at 8:15."

-Is there an opera house right up here? -Oh, yes, it's opposite the church. I'll show you.

People know how to live here. They'd sooner have a thing bad than not at all.

-Can't we go? -We're here to rescue a child.

-Yes I know. Sometimes I wish I were Harriet. -Anyway we probably wouldn't get a seat.

-Did you like it at all? -I liked it awfully.

-I wish I'd got something better to wear though. -You look splendid.

Pretty things pack just as easily as ugly ones.

There's no need to come to the theatre like guys.

This is all wrong. Mother would be furious.

-Oh, my God, it's that fat lady from the station! -Don't! She's certainly very vulgar.

- Sit down! -Shush! Shush!

-Shut up, Harriet. -Foreigners! We have to show them. We should have done right from the start! Shush! Shush!

-Shush! Shush!

Ridiculous babies!

I suppose she is meant to be going mad.

Where is Walter Scott in this?

Where is thye Walter Scott, I should like to know?

Bravo!

Oh! The agony of it! Take me away from here, Philip!

Whose are these?

-Why haven't you written? Why do you take me by surprise? -But I have written, I left a note for you this afternoon.

-My sister is waiting... -No, you are going to stay with us now.

Filippo, my brother!

See you at the cafe tomorrow at ten?

Where's my sister? She went to bed.

-That was him, wasn't it? -Yes, I allow that.

I suppose you didn't settle anything?

No, how could I? The fact is, you see, I got taken by surprise.

But it doesn't matter? He was perfectly charming person and his friends are very nice too.

I'm his friend - now. And I'm his long lost brother.

In England we get up on our high horses, and here we see what asses we are are.

Here things go perfectly easily all by themselves.

God, what a wonderful night.

-So Lilia once said. What do you mean?

Nothing. I had a wonderful night too.

Thank you.

I am sorry, forgive me!

-Is Signor Carella in? -Come up, come up.

Please, make yourself at home.

Gino Carella!

Gino Carella!

Where is Perfetta?

You know, but you wouldn't tell me. It is exactly like you.

Why don't you tell me another number in the lottery, and we will be rich.

I dreamt of a red hen. It means "25".

But I want to try the dice this week. So tell me another number.

Oh, you don't care, As long as you can get the profits.

You won't even say "thank you Gino".

Say it. Or I drop red hot ashes on you.

"Thank you, Gino" Thank you, Gino.

-A message from the signora. -Thank you.

-Who is it from? -Miss Abbott, wishing me luck with my interview.

Nice to see that someone is showing some sensibility around here.

After last night. I mean I...

Can I ask for tea with cold milk? Not boiled.

-What is "cold"? -Fredo. Latte fredo. -That!

-I don't know what she thought you were doing. -Yeah, Harriet. I know exactly what I'm doing!

What is it? What frightened you?

-Business. -Business? With me?

-Yes. It is most important. -Before business, you must get better.

-Please drink some wine. -No. -Please.

You are surely very busy. And yes, I'm not very well.

You are not well enough, and I'm not busy.

I see what frightened you. Come.

What a lovely child, Signor Carella.

-So sweet of you to talk to it in English. -I'm trying to teach him.

Six months? No, five. I suppose five.

Still, a remarkably fine child for his age.

You mustn't stand. Let's go and sit in the loggia, its cooler. And this room is very untidy.

-Mr. Herriton called yesterday. -I was sorry to miss him.

I had to go to Poggibonsi, it was important. Can you guess why I went?

-Sorry, I've no idea. -Guess.

-Signor Carella, I'm here on business. -Please, try.

-I can't. I hardly know you. -But we are old friends.

Go on, your approval means so much to me. You gave it to me once before, remember?

Yes, well I haven't come as a friend this time.

So I am not likely, Sr. Carella, to approve of anything you do.

Surely you approve of marriage?

Marriage? Do you mean to say that you're proposing to marry again?

-Yes! -I forbid you! I absolutely forbid you! -But why?

You've ruined one woman. I refuse to let you ruin another.

You pretended to me the other day that you loved Lilia. That's a lie, you wanted her money.

-Has this woman got money too? -Yes, a little. -And I suppose that you say you love her?

-No, I want, it's not true. -Then God help her.

What do you want, Signorina?

What did I say displeased you? Why do you suppose she won't be content? She will be very happy to get me, and she will do her duty well.

-Her duty? -Well, of course, she knows why I am marrying her. -To succeed where Lilia failed!

-To be your slave, your housekeeper, your... -To look after the baby. -The baby?

Its an English marriage. I don't care about the money.

I am having her for my son.

Marriage, Signor Carella, is a very serious step. Why can't you manage more simply?

-Your relatives, for example? -In Empoli? I would as soon have him in England.

-Yes! -No! It's difficult, but I must have him with me.

-I won't even let my mother and father stay here. -Why not?

Because they would separate us. They would separate our thoughts.

He will know I'm here.

Hey.

He is not much longer than my boot, you see?

-Can you believe that one day, his own boots will be as large. -Please! Do take care.

Father - son.

-Is he all right? -Yes, it's nothing. If he cries silently,that will be frightening.

-He thinks that I'm going to wash him, and he's quite right. -Wash him?

There we go!

How beautiful he is! And he's mine. Mine forever.

Even if he hates me, he'll still be mine. He cannot help it. He's made out of me.

I am his father.

-May I help you? -Yes, of course.

It is very kind of you. Especially in your beautiful dress.

Perfetta washes him like she washes clothes. Then he screams for hours.

I take the whole morning.

-Can you hand me a towel now? -Yes.

-Is there any powder? -Umm... yes.

Hello?

-I got your note, I'm not offended. -Signorina?

-Signorina! -I need you here!

Miss Abbott!

Miss Abbott!!...

She's gone.

-What's... our business? -Yes, business.

-Miss Abbott told you what we want? -No.

-But surely she spoke to you? -Yes, she came for business, but she forgot about it, and then... so did I.

What was she doing there, answer me that! What's she doing in Monteriano in October?

I tell you what. She's come to defeat us!

No, that's not true. She may be exasperating but she's not here to betray us.

Then what's she doing here? Don't bother yourself to answer! I knew you'd fail. Where is the baby? Of course you haven't got it!

Dear, sweet Caroline wouldn't let you!

Oh, yes! And we... And we'll run away and trouble the father no more. And those are her commands!

-We are at her command! -Miss Abbott has behaved very oddly, but at the same...

Bursting in here, crying... it was disgusting!

Harriet, you must listen, my dear.

Stop crying. This is very important.

-I will not stop crying. -Will you stop it, please?

Now, remember, she's done us no harm. He assumes she is working with us.

-But she's not. -If you want the baby you must keep your peace with her.

She's made quite an impression on him. He thinks she's so good with the baby, she can bathe it for him.

How disgusting! Anyway ...

-I can have no appeasement with an enemy. -Did you...umm...?

Not what I wanted. She left while I was ...

...still talking to her.

Like all cowardly people.

She went into the church. I mean, I know she needs it.

Anything more unchristian ...

I have nothing to tell you. Only I've come right round.

-If you planned the whole thing out I couldn't have treated you otherwise. -I haven't come here to scold you.

-I know what's happened. -What? -What might have happened to me! He's made you believe that he loves the child.

-Yes, he has. He'll never give it up. -It's not settled yet. -It'll never be settled.

Perhaps not, but I must ask you to stay out of the matter for the moment. Harriet's furious.

You must promise not to prejudice our cause by speaking to Signor Carella. -Certainly.

-I shan't ever see him again. -He was charming, wasn't he?

-Quite. -That's all I needed to know. I'll go and tell Harriet of your promise.

-I thing things will quiet down now... -Why aren't you angry with me?

Because I understand you. All of you, Harriet, Lilia, Signor Carella and even my mother.

Yes, you understand them. You're the only one of us who has a general view of the whole muddle.

-So what are you going to do? -Do? I have another meeting with him this afternoon.

-But that will come to nothing. -Then we'll have another.

If that fails I shall wire home for instructions.

We may fail altogether, but we shall fail honourably.

That's not doing anything! Come out of the thing as well as you can, is that all you're after?

Why yes. What else is there? Miss Abbott, you can't expect me to follow you through every turn.

I don't. But I do expect you to settle what's right and to follow it.

Do you want the child to stop with its father, who loves him, but who'll bring him up badly?

Or do you want him to come to Sawston, where no one loves him, but he'll be brought up well?

There! That's the question, put dispassionately enough, even for you.

Settle it, settle which side you'll fight on.

But don't go on talking about an "honourable failure", which simply means not thinking and not acting at all...

-You're wonderful. -When you appreciate me I wish you didn't.

You see the good in all of us, and all the time you are dead. Dead, dead, dead!

Why aren't you angry?

I think you're so splendid I can't stand to see you wasted.

Do not worry about me, Miss Abbott.

Some people are born not to do things, and I'm one of them.

Youl'd be surprised to know what my great events are.

Going to the theater yesterday, talking with you now.

I don't think I shall ever meet anything greater.

I seem fated to pass through this life life..

without collidiing with it or moving it.

Don't die... Don't fall in love...

And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I am not there.

I wish something would happen to you.

I do so wish something would happen to you.

-Traitor, coward! -Harriet, I ...

Look here, look here, it's too hot for this. We've been talking and interrogating each other all morning.

I've another meeting this afternoon at the Caffe Garibaldi, so please,

-If you can't be civil, let's have silence.

I shall retire and prepare myself for the journey.

Please remind Signor Carella that the baby is to be here by half past eight this evening.

-Certainly, Harriet, I shall make a point of reminding him. -And order a carriage to take us to the evening train.

-Could you order a carriage for me too? -Are you going as well?

-Yes, of course. -I'll order two carriages then. OK...

Harriet, do hurry, we'll never be ready!

-There, what's the matter? -He won't be able to see him again.

You should bundle Harriet into the carriage now and drive straight away.

-What difference would it make? It would all turn out the same in the end.

Gino will keep his baby, and we will descend empty handed onto the plains.

Perhaps it would be finer if I made up my mind now, but I'm not a fine person. Nothing hangs on it.

-You're absolutely right. This whole thing is being managed by the ladies. -Ladies ...!

There you are!

-To the right. To the right. -Yes, yes. Thank you.

Caffe Garibaldi?

Quiet!

One

I did my best. Face my mother with a good conscience.

Will you bear me witness that I did my best?

Certainly!

-All three of you are leaving in the evening? -Yes, with the night train.

-Will you come back? -Of course!

I can't find Harriet anywhere.

It's an awful rain outside, so I delayed having your luggage loaded.

-Farewell. -Grazie.

-You ought to go on ahead, I think. -Yes, of course.

It's finished at last. Another scene in my pageant is over.

Yes, goodbye. It' s been a great pleasure seeing you.

-I hope it isn't over. -Are you despondent?! You return victorious.

Yes, I suppose I do.

Harriet?

"Blessed be the Lord, my God, He teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. "

-The luggage! Mr. Herriton?

They've brought this message for you.

"Start at once. Meet me outside the gate. Harriet. "

-"Pay the bearer." Who brought this? -Outside.

Who gave the signora this message?

-Who gave it to you, and where? -He's a poor fool.

I need to find out where my sister's gone. How did he meet her?

-Signora waiting for you outside of the Siena wall. -Siena wall? I can go there.

-Thanks for everything, signora. See you next year. -See you next year. Good trip! -Thank you.

-Too much! You give too much. -Oh, God!...

Andiamo avanti

Harriet? Harriet!

Harriet!

-Harriet, why don't you answer? -I heard you coming!

-What's that? -Shut up!

Move, quickly, or we'll miss the train.

-What is that? -Be quiet, he's sleeping.

Oh my God!

How did you manage it? What did you pay for it? -Be quiet!

Philip, move!

Andiamo!

-He's awake! - Hello, little boy. You go to sleep now.

-Look at his face! Is his face too long? -Don't be silly, you can't see him in this light.

-He's crying! -Nonsense. You'd hear him if he cried!

He's crying harder, I'm sure now.

You didn't hurt him, hold him the wrong way or anything?

-Why don't you get Perfetta to bring him down to the station? -Will you be quiet! The baby's trying to sleep.

Do you have matches? We can look if the baby's been hurt.

-Why don't we borrow the lantern from the driver. -No. I don't want to go through all that trouble. Try again.

Stop!

Stop ...!

The baby... The baby... It slipped... It fell from my arms.

I stole it, I stole it...! I'm sorry!

-It slipped from my arms. -Don't move, you'll tread on it! We'll find it.

-There wasn't... there was nobody there. -All right.

The baby!

-The baby! -We will find it!

Oh my God! The baby!

The baby... Oh my God!

-Oh, for the love of God...! -Where are you?

-Where are you?! -I'm here

Come in, come in! Sit down.

What a terrible weather!

-I'm going to fetch milk for the baby. -Gino...

I'll find him, I'll find him.

Filippo! Filippo ...!

So you're back.That's so nice. We are all waiting for you at the caffe.

My sister is ill. Miss Abbott's not to blame, so I ...

...Would be glad if you didn't go disturbing them.

It was through me it happened. I was cowardly and idle.

Gently, man, gently. He is not here.

Gino!

You can do what you like with me, it doesn't matter..

He's dead. He died in my arms. I know, no excuse, no, but he died in my arms.

You can do what you like, but think first.

Your son is dead, Gino. Your son is dead.

Your son is dead!

What is the good of another death? What is the good of more pain?

Go to him.

Pick him up.

Be gentle with him.

Please, no!

-I cannot forgive him. -This thing stops here.

There's to be no revenge.

You're not to fight with each other any more.

-Fresh milk, white as snow. -Set it on the table.

It is not needed any more.

The milk needn't be wasted.

Take it, Signor Carella. And tell Mr. Herriton to drink it.

-Is there any left? -A little.

Well, finish it.

-Would you have some? -Finish it all.

-Have you had enough? -Yes, thank you, yes.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

It will never be wanted again.

Scusa.

-Could you ask someone to collect the bags, please? -Of course, signor.

-And those of Signorina Abbott too. - Yes. -Thank you.

It's from Gino.

He says he has to marry her, the fiancée. He's gone too far, to back out now would be expensive.

I don't know how much he minds. Not as much as we suppose, I think.

I don't think he even feels angry anymore. I've never been so completely forgiven.

He nursed me, he lied for me at the inquest and at the funeral...

-When will you see him again? - I hope next spring,.

Perhaps he shall paint the town red with his wife's new money.

He has no heart. He does not really mind about the child at all.

-What's this? -I don't know.

You're wrong about Gino.

He's unhappy, like the rest of us, he... just doesn't try to keep up appearances as we do.

He knows that things that have made him happy once will probably make him happy again. -He said he'd never be happy again.

Yes, in his passion. Not when he was calm. The English say when we're calm, we don't really believe it any longer.

He is not ashamed of his inconsistencies; that's one of the many things I like him for.

Yes, so do I. I believe that too.

He is much more honest with himself than I am.

And he's honest without effort, without pride.

-When would you come back, do you think? -To Italy? Never.

-Why ever not? -Because I understand the place. That's all I need.

-Understand Italy? -Perfectly.

I don't! And I don't understand you.

-Where's Harriet? -I don't know.

-Perhaps you'd better go and fetch her? -Yes.

Wait for them there; they will be here any minute.

-Would you like something warm to drink? -No, thank you.

-Harriet, you should have something. -No, thank you.

-How long have we got? -They should be here any moment.

-So, are your plans decided, then? -Mine? Yes, I can't stay here.

-Have you told your mother? -I've written from Monteriano, and tried to explain things...

...But I don't think she'll understand me. Here, take this.

-No, I won't. -Please, just take it.

-What about you? -Home and work!

-No... -Why not?

You've seen too much. More even than I have.

-My life's here. -Silly nonsense, you can't live in this hole!

-Too much has happened! -I know that.

Wonderful things, the opera, all those things you said to me in the church. Our times with Gino...

-All the wonderful things are over. -See, I don't believe that, not for me.

The most wonderful things may be to come.

They're over ...

Do you remember what you once said to me? Don't be mysterious, there isn't time.

It is tempting. -What is?

Not to be mysterious. I could never tell anyone else.

Perhaps I could tell you. But you must know already.

-If... Perhaps I do. Perhaps I should speak first...

But if you said the word plainly, you'll never be sorry for it and I shall thank you for it for the rest of my life.

I love him. Gino. I love Gino.

I love him too... apart from that evening.

Don't try and pass it off! I'm in love with Gino.

Stop thinking I'm refined. That's what puzzles you, isn't it?

If he asked me, I would give him myself, body and soul. Do you understand what I mean?

-Yes, I understand what you mean. -Then laugh at me. -At love?

Put it to pieces... I'm not ashamed of it

I love him. I've come back to Sawston, and if I can't speak about it sometimes, to someone, I shall die.

- Whatever have you got in common? -Nothing! Except the times we saw each other.

And isn't it funny! The son of a dentist with a pretty face.

All right, so tell me I'm a fool! Tell me I'm mad! That's the help I want.

Perhaps it will pass.

Well... If it does pass, let me know.

You'll know quick enough.

Thank you! Thank you for everything.

Philip!