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Morning, Rocco.

Morning, Joe.

Send my love to the missus.

Morning, Erik.

Looking good, Anna.

- These smell amazing. - Thank you.

Hello, Anna.

What in the actual fuck?

I can explain.

Give me my dog.

Did she hurt you? What did she do to you?

I am so, so sorry, Mrs. Dunn.

I should've never worn your clothes.

You're a house sitter.

You're supposed to feed Rocco,

water plants, leave zero trace.

First, my husband ruins the Hamptons with his Speedo,

and now this...

Are you wearing my lingerie

that snaps together at the crotch?

I was gonna wash it.

Get out of my house!

Okay, before you judge, let me explain.

I wasn't always a house sitter. I had a plan.

I was raised by a single mom,

and I was gonna grow up to be a chef, just like her.

Mama always said that food tells the story of who you are,

where you've been and where you're going.

My story took me to the Culinary Institute of New York.

And after that, Mama and I were gonna travel to Italy

for inspiration to open our own restaurant.

But things don't always go according to plan.

When Mama got sick, I gave up everything to take care of her.

Got a job as a professional house sitter

and discovered that pretending to live someone else's life was

way easier than dealing with the reality of my own.

Anyway, that's how I ended up here,

about to fall over in this rich lady's Versace.

Bye.

Anna, you've got to be shitting me.

I know you didn't put on that lady's clothes!

She wasn't supposed to be home for another month.

Now, I understand using a few pumps of the lady's retinol,

but wearing her drawers?

Isn't she like 55?

Well, she does have incredible taste.

Bitch, I'm only telling you this 'cause you're my bestie.

What you're saying is just sad.

All my other gigs flaked.

The hot couple that I was supposed to house-sit for,

I guess they got divorced a-and canceled their trip.

The fine one?

He looked like a cheater. He cheated?

'Cause he... you know he looked like a cheater.

Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.

I don't know, probably.

But I was supposed to have an in-unit washer and dryer.

Look, maybe it's time to pivot, okay?

Stop borrowing other people's lives

and start working on your own.

That way, you can have your own washer and dryer.

And, hell, you can let me use it.

Look, all you need to do is start focusing on your...

- Please don't say passion. - Passion!

Yeah, I said it. Your passion.

I'm sorry about everything that happened,

but you need to start living your life again.

Now, look, I got to go. Call me when you get home.

Hey, wait, wait, about that.

I may have fell behind a few months on my rent.

Brianna Celeste Montgomery.

How does this keep happening?

I sent you so many money management podcasts.

Where you gonna stay?

- Oh, hell no. No. - Please.

Just put me in a little room. No one will notice.

No. You almost got me fired last time, remember?

- Aren't you quitting anyway? - I am going on maternity leave.

Isn't that the same thing?

No. It means I need a job to come back to.

- 'Cause I'm old. - You're 27.

I have a husband. I have a 401.

I'm 'bout to have a B-A-B-Y.

Well, can I at least charge my phone?

Don't do it at the desk.

Go to the bar, okay? Jeff will help you, all right?

- Okay, okay, okay. Love you. - Love you, too.

Hi, Mr. Maguire.

- Are you Jeff? - That's me.

Claire says you'll charge this.

- Of course. - Thanks.

Uh, can I get a burger, medium rare?

Add jalapeños and an egg, over easy.

No salt, just pepper. And some fries.

With a side of honey.

Oh, and a beer. Any beer.

Okay.

One of these should work.

And Claire says I get the friends and family discount.

- Gotcha. - Thank you.

I'm sorry, did you just order honey for your burger?

It's for the fries.

The sweetness brings out the saltiness.

It's really good.

Anyway, I'm about to eat my feelings,

so please just leave me alone.

Well, as long as you're eating your feelings,

I will keep on drinking mine.

Salute.

You're Italian?

Sì.

I'm here for business.

New York, Tokyo, Hong Kong.

I just got back from Rio, and I'm beat.

Let me guess. Finance bro?

Ouch. No. Real estate.

Oof, even worse.

- Actually, do you know any good apartments? - Uh-huh.

Well, what is your price range?

Well, I almost maxed out my credit card on a cheeseburger,

so... yeah.

Uh, well, if it makes you feel better, in Italy, we say,

"Chi conosce il cibo conosce la vita."

"Those who know food know life."

You speak Italian?

- Un po'. - Eh, un po'.

Just enough to ruin my pickup line.

No, I was... I was planning a trip to Tuscany.

- No. That's where I'm from. - No way.

I swear that's where I'm from.

- What? - Yeah.

- Wow, okay. - Well, you tell me when you go,

and I will give you all the recommendations.

- Oh, I'm not going anymore. - Well, why not?

Well, I was supposed to go with my mom last year

when I graduated culinary school, but...

Ah, you're a chef.

No, no, no. I never made it that far.

I dropped out

two months before I graduated, so...

Well, I'm sure you had your reasons.

Yeah, um...

This is the part of the story where I'd probably make up

something really fabulous, but what the hell.

My mom died.

Last year.

I quit school, stopped cooking

and kind of put my life on hold.

I'm sorry.

But I still have the plane ticket to Italy, though.

So...

Well, to your mamma.

And her beautiful...?

Anna.

Anna. I'm Matteo.

Nice to meet you.

Honey and fries.

Look at your face.

- Very nice. Very good. - No, you have to...

My God, your Italian is really good.

Thank you.

Please.

So this is the Cathedral of San Conessa,

and right around the corner,

you have this incredible gastronomia.

- Wow. - It's so nice.

This is my mamma Gabriella.

My mom and my dad,

they have the oldest restaurant in San Conessa.

- Really? - Yeah. They do.

- Wow. - Yeah.

- This is my Nonna Alessia. - Aw, she's so cute.

Also very feisty.

- She has the most beautiful flower garden. - Mm.

And this is just an average sunrise in my hometown.

It looks like a fairy tale.

I don't know why you would ever leave.

Well, I guess this is, uh, normally the part

where I would come up with a fabulous story.

But since we're being honest...

My father, he wanted me to take over the family business.

Manage things, you know.

Get married, have kids, never leave.

I even bought a villa.

- Hmm? - A beautiful villa overlooking the hills.

And it's just sitting there.

- Whoa. - Empty.

Casa Luna. Hmm.

You know, the life they wanted me to live

was not the life I wanted, and so I just...

ran away without saying goodbye.

Mm.

Well, that was fun.

God, I just...

I would love to see San Conessa one day.

And you should go. What's stopping you?

And that's last call, guys.

Here's your phone all charged up.

Great.

That's my cue.

Wait, you're not staying at this hotel?

Mm-mm.

Would you like to?

I'll be right back.

This is the most romance you've got in years, girl.

Don't mess it up.

You got to be kidding me.

Matteo.

Wow.

Ew.

Anna, I'm sorry about last night.

Jet lag hit me hard.

Had an early flight, but I woke up

thinking you should just do it.

Go to Italy.

Why make up a fabulous story

when you can live one of your own?

PS, order whatever you want for breakfast.

Oh, so let me get this straight.

You meet some random rich white boy and...

He's Italian.

So some random rich, spicy white boy

tells you all about his nonna,

and you decide that that's a sign to go to Italy?

- Tonight? - Mm-hmm.

You can't even afford an apartment.

- You don't have a job, friend. - I know.

It's perfect.

You didn't even exchange numbers.

How you gonna call him?

Girl, it's not about him, okay?

He doesn't even live there anymore.

Oh. Even better.

Perfect conditions for my friend to get kidnapped.

Okay, it's meant to be.

I'm using the ticket my mama already bought me,

and I have $535 in my savings account.

$500?

Yep. It's enough.

- It's not enough. - You were the one

who was telling me I need to start living my life.

I meant making small, proactive changes.

Like fixing your credit score, making a Hinge account.

Please, just tell me that you support me.

Bitch, no.

Please?

Don't-don't do that.

Please?

All right.

You know I want to see you happy.

Mm-hmm.

Don't come calling me from no Tuscan jail!

I swear to God! I promise, Anna!

I should've just given you a damn room.

We're going to Italy, Mama.

We're finally doing it.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Can you take me to San Conessa?

Yes. 200 euros.

- What? - 200 euros.

Is that like a fixed price or something?

200 euros!

Okay.

I didn't want to ride with you anyway.

Ciao.

How much to San Conessa?

30 euro. Plus tip.

Oh, thank God.

- Which hotel? - Cheapest one they got.

My kind of girl. Vieni.

Andiamo.

This is a little-ass car.

Don't talk about Cucci like that.

Did you just call your car Coochie?

It means cute, adorable.

Okay.

First time to Tuscany?

First time pretty much anywhere.

Mm, I get it.

Born and raised here, never left.

But in my imagination, I travel the world.

How long are you staying?

I don't know. I'm kind of just winging it.

That is so perfect. It's the best way to travel.

My bestie thinks I'm crazy, but you get it.

Oh, no, you definitely are crazy.

But that's so much fun.

Oh! Before we get to the hotel, I must show you the piazza.

Here we are.

San Conessa.

Oh.

It's just like the pictures.

Say "cheese."

You here for the festival?

- What festival? - The summer festival.

It's very popular. It's all week.

Wine, food, music, games.

More wine, more food.

Makes everybody happy.

You happy?

I am now.

Brava, brava, brava. Let's go.

Oh, here is where I went to elementary school.

Ciao, Mario.

Hey, Lorenzo!

My card.

If you need a ride, you call me, okay?

We're friends now. I give you friend discount.

Thank you, Lorenzo.

Ciao, Anna.

Ciao.

Andiamo, forza! Make way for Cucci!

Fully booked?

Yes, miss.

All of San Conessa and every town for miles.

It's for our summer celebration.

Yeah, summer festival. I heard.

Okay, well, what about a secret room?

For celebrities?

Are you a celebrity?

Occhio, turista!

What a jerk.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

What can I get you?

Is that schiacciata?

Truffle black cream and smoked pork loin?

Sì. It's the last one.

And you are the first American to pronounce "schiacciata."

Grazie.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Didn't see you there.

I'm standing right here.

- Sì. - Hey.

I was gonna order that.

I'm so sorry. She just sold out.

Grazie...

Ciao, Michael.

Sorry, it's his usual order.

Uh, do you want a different one?

What is your problem?

Problem?

You.

You almost killed me with that truck, car,

whatever the hell that thing is.

We look both ways before we cross the street here.

Like that's an Italian accent. Where are you from?

Born in London, raised here.

- Any other questions? - You should be nicer to me,

considering we're the only two...

People speaking English?

Cute.

You should at least apologize for ruining the experience.

What experience? Buying lunch?

My first lunch in a real gastronomia

in the most beautiful place I've ever been in my life.

I apologize.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

But if you were really sorry,

you'd give me the rest of my sandwich.

I'm sorry, whose sandwich?

- I was gonna buy it. - But you didn't.

Okay, look, I can have Marcella make you

a fresh schiacciata and deliver it right to your door.

Where are you staying?

Um...

No, don't-don't-don't...

don't tell me you came to San Conessa

during the summer festival with no place to stay.

Of course not.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, man.

I hear the benches in the park are extremely comfortable.

I am not a charity case.

Good luck.

So good.

Do you know any other hotels that may have vacancy?

It's the summer festival, signorina.

I know it's the summer festival.

Thanks for being the 90th person to remind me.

We'd like to help you, but I cannot.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. It's mine.

- Buonanotte. - Buona serata.

House-sitting.

I mean, he practically invited me.

I know you didn't just send me to voicemail!

Do not go to that "cassa."

Or casa, whatever they call it.

You gonna be the star of Italian Get Out.

See, I see it now.

His nonna, she gonna be walking around

with your fine-ass snatched body

while you somewhere in the Sunken Place.

You know they out there stealing Black people's organs.

This is exactly why I told you

don't take your Black ass out there to Italy.

Now, you better call me, girl.

I'm-a be sitting here waiting right by my phone.

Call me or I'm-a blast you all over The Shade Room.

Call me, girl!

Hello?

Oh, my God.

In-unit washer dryer?

Yes.

Holy shit-aly.

Oof.

Italian Magnums?

Okay, Matteo.

Ooh, coffee.

Got it.

Oh, my God.

Who leaves an engagement ring in a junk drawer?

Matteo, you are gonna make some girl very lucky.

- Buongiorno, Signora Alessia. - Ah, buongiorno, Giuseppe.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Oh Dio!

Ciao.

What are you doing here, huh? Why did you jump out the window?

Hey, hey, wait. Wait.

I will tell you everything.

Matteo... gave me a key.

He gave you a key?

You're his mother.

But you're so young.

Oh, grazie.

We started very early and...

And you, you love flowers. You...

You're Nonna Alyssa.

- Alessia! - Oh.

Who are you?

- I'm Anna. - So, Anna,

how do you know my son?

Uh, it's a really funny story.

I was ordering a hamburger,

and then Matteo walks into the bar, and he...

Where did you get that ring?

I think you're telling them to arrest me.

No, no, no, please don't.

It's all a big misunderstanding, Nonna.

Don't you understand?

Nonna, the key, the ring...

- No! - Sì!

She's marrying Matteo.

Yes.

You got me. I'm-I'm marrying Matteo.

- Ah! - Congratulazioni!

Congratulazioni!

Oh, why didn't you just tell us?

Because it's-it's a surprise.

And Matteo, he just really didn't want me

to tell anybody before he got home.

Matteo's coming home?

Yeah, yeah.

It's a surprise, though, so please,

please don't say anything, okay?

So, who is this woman?

An angel. She fell from the sky.

Well, it all happened so fast.

Like, really fast.

I mean, he was traveling a lot for his job, and...

He works too hard.

Totally.

So hard, what he does for work every day.

Real estate is so demanding.

Real estate. It is.

- Mm. - Anyway, a-after that, we met,

and-and we fell in love, and that was it.

Did he tell you why he left?

He wanted to spread his wings.

And how his father reacted?

Bad.

Very, very bad.

Lots of yelling.

It was so sad.

So sad.

One day, he was just gone.

We thought he'd never come back.

Now you are here.

- Oh. - Here I am.

Oh, my God.

We have to tell my husband Vincenzo.

He won't believe it!

Oh, it's hard to believe.

We must celebrate.

Our family villa is Zapa Via d'Angelo.

You come for dinner.

Oh, I would love to.

It's just, I'm really jet-lagged,

and I-I got to finish my laundry.

Of course. Of course, baby.

We'll see you at the villa.

Oh, Anna, you are the key to bringing our family together.

We are so happy you are here.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Ciao, bella.

- Hey, hey. - Where to this time?

Bus stop.

What? You just got here.

- Step on it, Lorenzo. - Mamma mia.

Come on. Move this little Cucci.

It's 2,000 euros to change my ticket?

So they say, "Why can't you stay in Italy

"for another five days, for example,

"and th-there's a lot to see here.

For example, have you seen the Duomo yet?"

The ring. I forgot to take off the ring.

You could take a dinner cruise on the Arno.

I can't even afford the change fee.

What makes them think that I can afford that?

I can't get it off!

Ah, too bad we don't have olive oil here.

Sorry.

- That looks really good. - Mm.

Those who know food know life.

Do you want?

Let me understand.

You have no money to get home, no place to stay.

You broke into a stranger's house.

He's not a stranger. We met once.

You stole a ring.

I didn't mean to. I'm gonna give it back.

Oh, you pretended to be his fiancée,

and now his mamma wants you to come meet the family?

This is very romantic.

Oh, God.

Who knows? Maybe by living a fake life,

you might find truth in your own.

Or you go to prison.

Either way, it's very romantic.

- What am I gonna do, Lorenzo? - Okay, no.

I see three opzioni here.

Number one, you know, you can call your friend,

what's her name, uh...

- Claire? No. - Eh.

She's about to have a baby,

and she literally told me this was gonna happen.

Opzione due, you can pretend

to be his fiancée for another five days.

Maybe they find out, maybe they don't. Who knows?

What's opzione three?

You could tell them the truth.

Easy.

Yeah. Okay.

In Italy, we have a saying, "In vino veritas,"

which means, "In wine, there is truth."

So just ask for a glass of wine.

It always helps.

In America, we call that liquid courage.

Coraggio liquido.

I like that.

- You'll wait for me? - Of course.

Obviously, I'm invested now.

Good luck, bella.

The truth will set you free.

Come si dice, "Kill me now"?

Come on, you got this.

Gabriella?

Oh!

I always wanted a sister.

Mwah. Mwah.

I am Francesca.

Ciao. I'm Anna.

- Ciao a tutti! - Oh.

This is Enzo Costa with our new family member from America.

- Where are you from, Anna? - Um, New York.

New York, the Big Apple.

And he's my husband, Leo.

- Hi. - Hello, Anna.

Uh, will Matteo be back for the final night of the festival?

Ah, mamma mia, Leo, enough with the questions, huh?

- I'm sorry. - Husbands. You'll find out.

And they are...

- I am Roberto. - Hi.

- I am Roberto. - Oh.

And my little ones, Mia and Bella.

You're so pretty.

- Oh, thank you. - You look like a princess.

I really need to speak to Gabriella.

There she is!

- I'll be right back. - Um...

So, we are welcoming you into our family, Anna.

I'm Vincenzo.

It's actually pronounced "Anna."

That's what I say, "Ahna."

- No, "Anna." - "Ahna."

- "Ahna." "Ahna." - "Anna." "Anna."

- "Ahna." - Like "banana."

Anna banana.

- Anna banana. - "Anna." "An... ""Anna."

"Ahna" is fine!

"Ahna" is fine.

- "Ahna." - "Ahna."

Gabriella, is it possible to speak to you in-in private?

- Where's the ring? - Oh, see, that's what I wanted

to talk to you about. Um...

Um...

I like to take it off

and play with it when I get really nervous.

Of course!

I'm gonna take you to town.

Anna, do you want to know a secret?

I'm having an affair with the plumber.

His name is Luigi.

Having a side piece is the key to a healthy marriage.

Oh.

So, where are you getting married?

They are getting married at the vineyard.

Mm!

I don't see why not.

Can we be flower girls?

- Absolutely. - Yay!

- Ciao, Michael. - Oh, Michael.

Oh, grazie, Michael.

It's you.

Anna, this is Michael, my nephew.

But he's also my son.

We met.

Okay.

Yesterday at Marcella's.

He stole my schiacciata.

I ordered it before you. It's hardly stealing.

Besides, I gave you half,

so technically I bought you a sandwich.

- Well, I threw it away. - No, you didn't.

This is Anna, Matteo's fiancée.

Gabriella is planning Anna and Matteo's wedding

- at your vineyard. - Wedding?

How-how long have you and Matteo been engaged?

- Um... - Michael.

- Matteo's here? - Not yet, but soon.

We are waiting for you to eat.

Mi dispiace. Let me just wash my hands, okay?

I see you have some questions.

Here's the tea.

One of Gabriella's sisters was Michael's mamma.

When he was ten,

both his parents died in a car crash,

so Gabriella and Vincenzo adopted him.

But him and Matteo are always like that.

I think Matteo's a little bit jealous, too.

And Michael runs the vineyard where you're getting married.

All he does is work all the time.

And Matteo was supposed to run the restaurant, but then...

- He left. - Yes.

And Vincenzo's getting old.

We're all doing our best, you know,

but we still need Matteo,

even though sometimes we want to kill him.

Roberto.

- Oh. - To Anna.

Oh, sì, Anna.

The Costa family toast.

Yeah.

Salute.

Let's eat.

Yeah, like that.

We're gonna eat well tomorrow.

I'm telling you that.

So, how did it go?

We're going to Greece for our honeymoon.

Greece is very beautiful.

Smile. Smile.

Come on.

- Look at the road. - Okay.

This helps.

Don't worry, bella.

There's always tomorrow.

Tonight, we dance!

Buongiorno, Anna!

Buongiorno, Giuseppe.

- Buongiorno. - Oh.

Gabriella wants to give you a tour of the vineyard.

Why?

Because you're getting married there, remember?

Yeah, but should-shouldn't we wait for Matteo?

Ah, you've met Gabriella. She's not really one to...

wait.

Well, I have plans.

What plans?

See, the thing is, it means so much to her that you're here,

but if you don't show up today, it will break her heart.

Fine.

Can I drive?

No.

Hmm.

What?

Nothing.

What?

It's nothing.

I just didn't expect this from you.

What does that mean?

It's nothing. I just...

I thought you were more of a podcast kind of guy.

So, boring?

Well... yes.

For the record,

there is nothing wrong with a good podcast.

This is all yours?

Yeah.

It was my parents'.

My father was a barrister in London.

He took one look at this place, gave it all up.

My mum would take any excuse to come home.

It was wonderful back then, all of us together.

This is my place.

What?

This is incredible.

And just up here is the wine shop.

I brought the crackers for the tasting.

We cannot set it up without you.

One moment.

Ciao, Anna.

Oh!

Hi, baby.

You're so cute.

She's called Artemisia.

Let's hope Michael doesn't turn her into prosciutto, right?

Oh, no. Of course not.

She's part of the family.

I'm Anna. Hi.

How do you know Michael?

- Oh. - Buongiorno, Isabella.

- Buongiorno. - You in town for the festival?

Yeah, I came for the rolling of the barrels.

E tu? Have you found a new partner to compete with?

No. No, I think I'm gonna sit this one out.

Hmm.

Matteo screwed you, too.

I see you've met Anna.

Yeah, just did.

The pig likes her.

Isabella lives in Rome now.

The three of us, me, Matteo and Isabella, all grew up together.

- Oh. Okay. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Nice.

Well, Gabriella's waiting for us, so...

Certo.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

And this is where the wedding will be.

It doesn't even look real.

Never gets old.

Have you discussed a date?

We haven't really discussed much of anything.

Don't worry. Gabriella will work it all out.

Before the ceremony begins, our family has a tradition, eh?

Uh-oh, here comes La Serenata.

La Serenata has been performed

at every Costa wedding for generations.

It is completely ridiculous.

- It is. - Vincenzo and I did it,

Nonna did it, Francesca and Leo did it.

Oh, yeah, we did it. It was so great.

If Michael had a bit more fun,

maybe he'd find someone to do it with.

Yeah, Michael, you have nobody to do it with.

Grazie, Francesca.

Allora, vieni qua. You stand up there.

- Uh, on this rock? - Yes, sì, sì.

- And you, Michael, here. - No, no, mamma, no.

Ah, you will be Matteo.

And now you face each other like Romeo and Juliet.

You know Romeo and Juliet die at the end, right?

This is the most important part of the ceremony.

Nothing that has happened before this moment matters.

It is when all past mistakes are forgiven.

And then he sings a beautiful love song.

Any song you want.

Yes, Michael, sing it.

Not gonna sing.

- But it's tradition. Uh... - It's tradition.

Yeah, Michael, it's tradition.

Come on, Michael.

Sing, Michael, sing.

Yeah. Any song you want. - Okay.

Sing.

- Okay. - We are waiting.

♪ You should let me love you ♪

Oh, beautiful!

♪ Let me be the one to ♪

The song from the car.

♪ Give you everything you want and need ♪

♪ Baby, good love and affection ♪

- Oh! - Whoa!

♪ Make me your selection ♪

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. - ♪ Show you the way ♪

♪ Love's supposed to be ♪

- ♪ To be ♪ - Whoo!

♪ Baby, you should let me love you ♪

Okay, show-off.

♪ Love you, love you ♪

♪ Love you. ♪

- That was actually really good. - Bravo, Michael!

Bravo!

Bravo, Michael.

And so dumb.

♪ You should let me love you. ♪

Let's talk guests.

Anna, will your mamma and papà be coming?

Oh. I-I don't...

I don't have, um...

Una famiglia?

- You do now, hmm? - Michael.

Show your future sister-in-law around.

You and Matteo will make such beautiful grandchildren for me.

Wow.

♪ You should let me love you. ♪

I need a drink.

I know just the place.

This... is my new vintage.

- Salute. - Salute.

Mmm.

Is that, like, cherry?

Impressive.

I took a sommelier class in culinary school.

Okay. So you're a chef?

Well, I'm what my instructor called

"a tragedy of untapped potential."

Yeah, fair enough.

This place is really cool, man.

Well, I run it the old-fashioned way.

These barrels have been here since the 18th century.

The air locks were invented by da Vinci...

Thanks for the TED Talk, Dr. Wine.

Can't it just be cool?

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

So, that Isabella girl, she seemed nice.

Yeah, well, you are wearing the ring

that her ex-fiancé gave her.

Matteo had a fiancée?

No wonder she hated me so much.

And what was she talking about?

The rolling of the barrels?

That is exactly what it sounds like.

You get into pairs, you roll some barrels,

you race through the countryside

for the honor of the family.

Everyone takes it incredibly seriously.

And you and Matteo usually do this together?

Usually. And we usually win.

But he left right before the race last year.

Look, the way that Matteo just ran away

hurt a lot of people around here.

Oh. Got it.

For someone who's meant to be marrying my brother,

you know surprisingly little about him.

I know enough.

And I also know sometimes people make the wrong choice,

but that also leads them to making the right one.

I think your instructor may have underestimated you.

Let's try some more of your famous wine.

Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - This is wine.

Yeah. It was wine before that, too.

This tastes like a barnyard.

Real insightful, Dr. Wine. Barnyard?

I feel like Paul Giamatti in Sideways.

You're a little cuter than Paul Giamatti.

- Thanks. - A little.

Whoa. Sorry.

Grape.

- It's giving grape. - It's giving grape?

Okay.

Wow.

I have to do something!

Anna?

I've always wanted to do this!

Wh-Where are you going?

I need to eat a grape!

What are you doing?

So delicious.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

These are Sangiovese grapes.

The "blood of Jupiter."

You really love this, huh?

It's, uh, it's...

it's watching the sun rise over the vineyard.

It's a glass of wine after the harvest,

a meal with the family.

It's...

It's being part of something bigger than myself, you know?

It's not a flashy life out here.

I love it.

You can taste the earth.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can.

Mmm.

Can I show you something?

Yeah.

It's how I know what all this is gonna be.

What it's gonna taste like.

It's all in the dirt.

So... you're feeling for

temperature, moisture.

How it smells.

How it feels in your hand.

Let it run through your fingers.

Feel that?

Yeah.

Is that rain?

Oh, no.

My hair!

The water's gonna ruin my edges!

Wait, you're going the wrong way!

- Wait, are you lost? - No! Of course not.

- You got to do something. - Okay.

I'm gonna save your hair.

We're gonna get you out of here, okay?

Ready? We're gonna run thataway.

This way! Let's go. Let's go.

Use that freakish speed of yours. Let's do it!

Okay. Okay, we're good.

Let me see. There we go.

Your edges look great.

Well, damn right, 'cause where the hell

would I have gotten them done around here?

Never seen anybody move that quick.

Faster than you.

Um, you got a little mud there.

I mean, that's what I was looking at.

Excuse me.

How do I sign up for that tour?

God, they're really wet.

Whoa! Oh, my God. Okay. Hey.

Holy guacamole.

That was so crazy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Water and vintage leather do not mix.

Your carriage awaits.

What... in the hell?

It's more comfy than it looks.

You're joking.

Okay, hang on.

Oh. Easy.

No.

There we go.

Who knew Americans were such lightweights?

I'm just a tipsy little.

Oh. Tipsy little, huh?

Little tipsy.

Oh.

Sorry about that.

Oh, that door sticks sometimes.

- Here, I'll just... Oh. - It's okay.

- I'll just go out your door. - Hang on. Ow.

Sorry.

- Whoops. Yep. - Sorry. Oh.

- That's... that-that's the hand brake. - Whoa!

Okay.

Yep. Okay.

Whoa! There you go.

- You made it. - I did it.

You made it.

Okay.

This was really fun.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, Lord, make it stop.

Ciao, bella!

Ciao, Giuseppe.

Please shut up.

Buongiorno.

Ciao.

Anna, fresh fish for you?

Oh, no, thank you. No.

Buongiorno.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How are you feeling? - About last night...

- Uh, sorry, you first. - Sorry, you first.

I just wanted to say thank you for the ride.

My pleasure.

I think I had a little too much to drink.

- Okay. - I don't know.

So, yeah, maybe next time, don't try to outdrink a guy

who's twice as tall as you and owns a vineyard.

You're not that tall.

Ciao, Michael. Ciao, Anna.

How does everybody know me?

It's a small town.

Hey, want to see the restaurant?

- Yeah. - Give me your bag.

- Thanks. - All right, you take that.

You should feel right at home here.

Wow.

There she is, L'Americana.

Say hi.

- Oh. Hi. - Hi.

- Oh, my God. I have the same dress. - Oh.

Twinsies!

Do you all work here?

Enzo just wants to be famous.

The Robertos are idiots.

Me, I make desserts, and Gabriella does the books...

Due gnocchi al pesto. Anna!

- Hi. - Michael.

We never have enough hands, you know.

Especially now because we're getting ready

for the final night of the festival.

It's a big deal, like the Super Bowl of San Conessa.

Here, try this.

Mmm. Zabaione?

I can taste the nutmeg.

Good!

Um, Enzo?

Enzo, your...

So...

I'm sorry. I-I didn't want it to burn.

- You can cook. - Anna's a chef.

- Not a chef. - You went to culinary school.

I dropped out.

- Oh, you should cook something. - Not happening.

I don't cook anymore.

Ah, you're used to more fancy kitchens, like The Bear.

- Yes, chef. - No, no, that's not it.

I, um... I actually used to dream

of working in a place like this.

The tourists all want risotto.

Okay. Um...

I am gonna get out of you guys's way.

- No, no, no, stay here. Eat something. No, stay.

Um... no, no, I...

Trust me. I always travel with peanut butter.

Peanut butter is very important to Americans.

And ketchup.

Anna?

Knock, knock.

Oh.

Hey.

They were worried you were gonna starve.

They are wonderful.

They are insane.

And you... I thought you said you don't cook.

It's bread and tomato.

- May I? - Sure.

Mmm.

Damn.

That's good.

You should have seen how my mama used to make shrimp toast.

She was a line cook

at this little hole-in-the-wall place in Atlanta.

People would come from miles.

They do know I'm one person, right?

You're from Atlanta? I thought you were from New York.

Yeah, well, we started in Georgia

and then made our way up to New York 'cause my mom,

she was at a Michelin-star restaurant

and I was in culinary school.

So, why'd you stop?

I can't stand next to a stove without feeling her next to me.

So when she died, I stopped cooking.

My life just became really chaotic.

I don't know if that makes any sense, but...

It does.

I think, for me, it was the exact opposite.

When they passed, I became very grounded.

I took on all the responsibility.

I think I was trying to... I don't know...

Make your parents proud?

I get that.

You ran away, I ran in.

Honestly, I'm not sure which one's harder.

And so now you're a professional house sitter?

Uh...

Oh, Enzo found you on Instagram.

He said it was strange.

No pictures of you and Matteo.

No. No, no.

I don't, I don't post anything personal.

Mm-mm.

Look.

This was actually the night that we met.

I mean, well, what about you?

Don't you have a girlfriend or something,

Mr., uh, Handsome Winemaker in Tuscany?

Most of the men here are handsome winemakers.

Oh.

I am...

I'm unlucky in love.

Probably end up alone.

Why's that?

I always fall for the wrong girl.

Yeah.

It's late.

- I should go. - Yeah.

Yeah, you should probably go.

- Michael, I-I... - You know, it's funny.

It's like you just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Just the right time.

Haven't seen the family this happy in forever.

Buonanotte, Anna.

Buonanotte.

This is Claire.

If I don't have time to answer the phone,

how do I have time to listen to your long-ass voice...

Mm.

Luigi.

Taxi service. Buonasera.

Lorenzo, it's Anna.

Oh, ciao, bella. How are you?

Not good.

I think I have feelings for him.

For Matteo? Well, this is good news.

No, no. Not Matteo. His brother.

Well, I mean his cousin-brother.

At first, I thought he was really rude,

but he's just really got a lot on his mind.

A-And yesterday, we got caught in the sprinklers,

a-and he was all wet and-and shirtless and-and...

he eats tomatoes like they're apples.

And his family. Oh, my God, his family.

They're so incredible.

And-and everything just feels like a fairy tale.

Tesoro, but this is fantastico.

No, it's not fantastico, Lorenzo. It's a nightmare.

A fairy-tale nightmare.

What do I do?

Things will work out in the end, huh?

They always do. Right?

- Sì. - Sì. Beato.

That's your advice?

No, my advice was to tell the truth,

but your way is much more romantic.

Okay.

Okay, I just need to hang in there for a few more days.

This was helpful.

Thank you. Call you later.

At least it can't get any worse.

Anna? Anna?

Matteo? What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What are you doing here?

Sorry, I can explain.

You broke into my house. You're sleeping in my bed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you gonna kill me?

What? No.

I mean, you can see why I might think that.

This is totally insane!

Are you wearing my pajamas?

Well, I was gonna wash them.

Look, do you remember at the bar?

You basically told me that I could stay here.

What?!

Yeah, you showed me pictures.

You said that it was empty.

You practically invited me.

That doesn't mean you can break in

and tell my family we're engaged!

- How do you know that? - Isabella called me.

Isabella called you?

Your ex-fiancée?

Okay, yes, Isabella.

And before I could tell her that you're totally crazy,

she hung up on me.

Fine. Well, I'm leaving, so no need to be all rude.

Rude?

Here's your ring.

I can't get it off.

Have you tried olive oil?

Mmm.

- That's really good. - Seriously?

I am so sorry, Matteo.

But, look, on the bright side,

your family, they seem really happy for us.

Really happy for us?

They were a little confused at first.

They were like, "Well, why didn't he tell us himself?"

And, "He hasn't spoken to us in over a year."

Brutal, by the way.

- I... - But your mama,

she's so excited because she loves to plan,

and Francesca always wanted a sister, and Michael, well,

he'd be so happy to have you back for the barrel race.

You learned all this in three days?

Yeah.

What about my father?

Oh. Hard to read.

He grunted, but it was sort of an optimistic grunt.

Huh.

Oh.

I am so sorry again, Matteo.

I am gonna get my stuff, get out of here.

I'll figure something out.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're not going anywhere.

Please don't call the police.

Of course I'm not gonna call the police.

But you're coming to my family to tell them the truth

in person right now.

- I am? - Yes, you are.

I've been the bad guy for the past year,

and if they think I chased you off,

they'll be angry at me all over again.

Okay.

Fine.

Great.

- We need a game plan. - Oh, we have a game plan.

We walk in, and you tell them.

Just like that?

Feels kind of sudden.

I mean, we are dropping a major bomb here.

There's no "we." You're dropping the bomb.

It's your bomb. I don't want the bomb.

I've got nothing to do with this.

Okay.

You first.

- No, after you. - Oh, I insist.

Well, it's your family. You should...

Fine.

Oh, Anna, just in time.

We are all getting ready for the race.

What's wrong?

- Matteo! Oh! - Ciao, mamma.

Ciao, mamma.

- Matteo! - Ciao, ciao, Enzo!

- Ciao, fratello. - Matteo!

Ciao, babbo.

Mm.

You brought my son home.

There's something I have to tell you guys.

I never should've put this on in the first place.

What? Why not?

Because I...

We are having it...

resized.

- What? - Mm-hmm. Right?

Yes.

You see, it was, um, far too small,

and Anna, she has...

really big knuckles.

No, but it's true. Anna, right?

Tell them about your...

your big knuckles.

Yeah. Yeah.

I-I-I do have really, embarrassingly big knuckles.

Look at you two.

Such a beautiful couple.

I never thought this day would come.

- Oh, me neither. - Me neither.

Huh.

Ciao, Michi.

Mm-hmm.

Congrats.

You are a very lucky man.

Mm.

My boys.

Today, you will race together.

- I haven't trained in a year. - There isn't time.

- His arms are too skinny. - I can't...

Hey.

You will race.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Forza, andiamo. - Dai, andiamo!

Andiamo. Andiamo, andiamo, andiamo.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

They were just so happy to see me.

If this looks as crazy on stream

as it does in real life.

And don't forget to support my sponsors.

Hashtag "streamer life."

Michael and Matteo has always been so competitive.

Yes, but this is one time when the boys have to work together.

No barrel rolling in the big city.

You sure you're still up to it?

I do CrossFit now.

Just 'cause everyone else

puts up with your crap doesn't mean I will.

Whoo!

Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai!

Dai, dai, dai!

Jà, jà, jà, jà, jà, jà!

Dai!

Buono, buono, buono.

Sì, bene!

Vai, vai, vai vai, vai, vai, vai!

Buono, dai, dai, dai!

Whoa!

- Come on! What are you doing?! - Oh! Oh! No!

Sta' attento! What are you doing, man?!

- Just lift it up! Just lift... - Stop messing around!

- Just lift it up, man! - Come on.

- Just lift it up. Come on. - Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Come on! Focus, man! - Don't tell me what to do.

You're always the weak link!

Oh, I'm sorry I don't spend all my time playing in the dirt!

What are you doing, man?!

Got to keep up, fratellino!

Oh, there they are! There they are!

Matteo and Michael! Whoo!

Michi.

Oh!

Sì!

You guys do this every year?

Yes.

Football, bike riding, schoolwork,

it was always a competition.

- Remember the donkeys? - Yes.

I love this story so much.

Wait, what-what about the donkeys?

Okay, so, Matteo and Michael were racing donkeys,

and Matteo convinced Michael that they go faster

- if you ride them backwards! - If you ride them backwards.

So little Michael climbs on backwards.

And then, breaks his arm.

Aw.

Still won the race, though.

I felt bad for the donkey.

Aw.

Mwah.

Anna, dance with me.

- Oh... - Come on.

Yes, a little dance.

Hey. Aperol spritz?

Grazie.

- You need help in the kitchen. - No, no, no, no. Relax.

Whoo.

I know what happened today is completely unacceptable.

I... I get it.

You can't let him take you off course.

Come on.

She's a very special young woman.

Babbo, she loves him.

That's what you think?

You are no less my son than he is, Michael.

And you deserve happiness, too.

It's crazy.

You made everyone fall in love with you so quickly.

Well, that's because they think I'm marrying the prodigal son.

Nah, no, that's not it.

There's something about you.

Oh, I think we have something good here.

My fa... My father actually spoke to me.

My family, look at them.

They're all so happy.

And that's because of you.

Well, they wouldn't be happy

if they knew it was all based on a lie.

Well, it doesn't have to be.

I mean, come on. We're young.

You're beautiful. Let's just try it out.

What are you talking about?

I think we have a chance. Why not?

Matteo...

These are my boys!

I mean, I haven't seen them in forever.

Do you mind if I go out with them for a few drinks?

Dai, dai, dai.

- Yeah? I will see you at home? - That's fine.

- Okay. Ciao, ciao. - Ciao!

Ciao, Michi. Okay. Dai, via, via, via.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Why wouldn't I be okay?

Well, Matteo is back, and, uh, I'm here, and...

and it's complicated, I guess.

He's your fiancé, isn't he?

- That's not complicated. - Michael, I have something...

Anna, I have a surprise for you back at the house.

Okay.

Also, the florist for the wedding is here.

He wants to meet you.

Um, maybe we can reschedule.

Matteo.

Hey, you're still awake.

I'm so sorry to abandon you back there,

but it was, it was just a...

I can't do this anymore.

Look, if we tell my family the truth,

they will never forgive me or you.

I know.

You're...

You're only here for a few more days.

I will stay until then...

I'm sorry, but I can't.

No. Give me one second.

One second. Pronto.

My father's in the hospital.

- I'll see you. - Prego.

Okay.

How's he doing?

He fell at the restaurant.

Hurt his leg, hit his head.

Luckily, he's got a very hard head.

Okay.

- Michael, I... - It's good that Matteo is here.

And we got you to thank for that.

Hmm.

Listen.

It's not fair for me to make you feel like I feel some...

Vincenzo, are you okay?

No, no, don't make drama over me. I'm fine.

- No, he's not fine. - "Fine."

Tomorrow night is the final night

of the summer festival,

the most important night of the year for us.

And my family seems to have forgotten this.

Um, you cannot work like this. You will die.

You're an old man. You need to take care of yourself, huh?

Yes, Babbo. Maybe we close.

Our family has done the final every night for 150 year.

We will not close!

Matteo, help us. What should we do?

Uh... well, I mean,

if Babbo feels like he can do it, then he should.

O-Or, or maybe he just needs some help. Yes?

- Anna, you're a cook. - Oh, Anna, yes!

- Maybe you can help him? - Oh, that's a great idea.

Me?

Yeah, you can be his sous-chef.

- Oh, yes, Anna. - Yeah?

Sì, che bella idea.

Oh, no, no, no. I haven't cooked in forever.

Once a cook, always a cook.

It's just like riding a bike, isn't it? It's easy.

Yes, like a bicycle.

Anna, would you like to help me?

Of course.

I'd be honored to be your sous-chef.

Then it is done.

- Sì! - Hmm.

Great.

Especially if it gets these people off my back.

That's a great idea.

- Matteo, thank God you are here. - Ah.

It's just an idea.

Oh! No, no, no. Basta.

- No. - No!

I have to go to the bathroom!

Please! Michael, please tell them.

Girl, you cannot text me intriguing shit

and then just leave me hanging.

A fine-ass Italian brother with a eight-pack?

Bitch, you trying to make my water break?

If I have this baby early, I'm-a beat your ass,

and I'm-a make you watch him on the weekend.

Whew, hell, at least one of us is having fun.

Call me in between your Italian escapades.

Love you.

- Buongiorno. - Hey.

Slight change of plans.

Vincenzo woke up dizzy,

and Nonna's not letting him leave the house.

Wait, so he's not coming?

- Is he okay? - He's fine.

The man has no problem disobeying doctor's orders.

He just can't stand up to his mum.

Are you saying I have to cook alone?

Yes, but here's the truth.

Vincenzo believes in you, and so do I.

Everyone's gonna help, I promise. And...

Oh, Anna.

Thank God you are here.

Where is Matteo?

Oh. He's coming, I think.

- Okay. Here she is. Ragazzi. - Ah!

- Ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao! - Hey. Ciao. Ciao.

Allora. Uh, let's start cooking, huh?

- What's the plan? - Yeah, what do we do?

- Where's Vincenzo's menu? - Oh, it changes every day.

- Recipes? - No menus, no recipes.

- Mm, no. - Vincenzo's crazy.

He keeps them all up here.

W-Well, can we call him?

No. Nonna took his phone away.

Okay, what about last night's menu?

Maybe we could re-create it somehow.

No, Vincenzo always makes something special

for il finale. It's a tradition.

- It's what we're known for. - Yeah, it's tradition.

Finito.

Grazie, Luigi.

You never know when you need a plumber.

Toilet's broken again.

- Okay, what time do we open? - In five hours.

Okay, let's go!

Okay.

Okay, okay.

- I can do it. - Okay, do it, do it.

Wow.

So cool.

A case of each.

Please.

This reminds me of the plumber.

- So good. - I know.

30 minutes. Anyone heard from Matteo?

Sorry.

The special dish?

It's a take on something my mother used to make.

Sautéed Sicilian red shrimp in a rich pomarola sauce,

garnished with fresh thyme and served with grilled grits

and fresh green tomatoes.

I-I know it's not traditional.

I... I hope you like it.

Bravissima.

Your mama would be so proud.

We'll call it the ItaliAnna.

- Sì, ItaliAnna! - Oh, ItaliAnna!

Ma è bellissimo! It's a great idea!

ItaliAnna, eh? Get it?

Sì.

Touchdown!

Everybody loves it!

- Brava, brava. - Grazie.

- Buonanotte. Buonanotte. - Buonanotte.

I have no idea what they're saying.

Oh, honestly, no one ever does.

You belong here.

In a restaurant.

It is not often that you get to see someone do

what they are really meant to do, and you...

you were glowing.

Thank you.

We should get back.

Wait, wait.

- I'm so sorry I'm late. - Matteo. Matteo.

- Hi. - Ah.

- Where have you been? - Hi.

You're super late.

Just like my period.

Per favore.

Behind every meal is a story.

I don't like to ask for help, but you help all of us,

and we are so grateful to have you.

So grateful.

You have a real gift.

- Salute! - Salute!

Oh, that's beautiful. Salute.

That's so nice.

Well, just know I couldn't have done it without you guys.

Thank you for trusting me.

- Oh. Aw. - Aw.

Uh, okay. Uh, my turn.

Uh, me and Anna, we have, um, an announcement to make.

We do?

We have decided to, uh...

- to go back to New York. - Cosa?

Listen, I know it's hard,

but we're coming back, of course.

We'll visit, right?

Right.

Right.

Mwah.

Right, salute.

Mmm.

Oof.

Is this your vineyard? It's pretty good.

I'm gonna go, all right? I'll see you at home.

- Ciao. Ciao, mamma. - Matteo...

Wait, when did you guys decide this?

I-I don't understand.

Why don't you tell Anna where you were today.

I don't know what you're talking about, Michi.

Matteo.

She deserves to know.

Why do you have to ruin a wonderful night?

It's late. We're all tired. Let's just go to bed.

Why can't you just admit it?

You need to mind your own business.

No, no, this is my business.

They are my business because you take them all for granted,

and now you're doing the same thing to Anna.

She was here with us today.

With nostra famiglia while you, you were with Isabella!

- Oh, no, Michael... - No, no, no, mamma, è vero.

Isabella... You know Isabella.

It's-it's complicated.

- It's always been complicated. - No, it isn't.

It's not complicated. It's very simple.

You only ever think about yourself, what you want,

and you don't care what it does to the rest of us.

You love this.

You always have.

I'm the bad guy, and you're the perfect son.

"Michael is so helpful.

Oh, he's taking such good care of us."

You're not even a real part of this family!

Oh, my God.

- Michael, no. - Ow!

No! Are you okay?

- Shit. - I'm fine.

Oh, I see.

You like her.

Who? Isabella?

Boys!

Boys!

Stop! Stop! I lied!

I... It's my fault!

I lied.

I have been lying to you all this whole time.

I'm not who you think I am.

Me and Matteo are not engaged.

We barely know each other.

I broke into the villa because

I didn't have anywhere else to go.

But, Matteo, you told us you were getting married.

She pretends to live other people's lives

because she's too afraid to live her own.

You all got swept up in her fantasy,

and I went along with it because finally...

finally, you all acted like I did something right.

This is all a lie?

I wanted to tell you.

I promise, I did.

I just...

I got so caught up in having a family

and feeling like I belonged to something, to someone.

I know it doesn't justify what I did,

but I... I never meant to hurt any of you all, and...

I just want you to know that these last few days

have been the most...

beautiful time of my life.

I never should've lied to you all.

And I'm... I'm really sorry.

I'm... I'm gonna leave.

So, you pretended to be the white Italian man's fiancée,

but then you ended up catching feelings for

the Black-Italian cousin-brother?

Oh, this some Shonda Rhimes shit.

I ruined everything, and now he'll probably

never even speak to me again.

We fall down, but we get up.

That's Bible.

Just come home.

Maybe I could hook you up with a room until you figure it out.

Okay?

Okay. Love you. Got to go.

I love you, too.

What happened?

I told them the truth.

Anna.

Aw.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

I'll miss you, too.

Can you please just take me to the bus station?

I'm not good at goodbyes. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I-I still think your way was very romantic.

Hey! Wait!

Wait!

This is what you do in America?

Sleep at the bus station?

Nonna. You speak English?

Oh, santo cielo.

So, you made a mistake.

But our mistakes do not define us.

They teach us.

But I really messed up.

No, don't interrupt me.

I'm old.

I've seen everything.

Sickness, pain, wars, death.

Oh, you have seen death, too.

So, you lied.

Now you think you should suffer forever, eh?

Stupida.

I've seen you and Michael.

What you have is special.

You think so?

You want to tap that ass?

Tap it!

You want to tell him you like him?

Tell him.

Oh, Anna.

You deserve to live your life the way you want it.

Not pretending to be someone else.

But what about the rest of the family? And Michael?

I'm sure they all hate me now.

Ciao, Anna!

Ciao.

What do I do?

Oh, I can't do everything for you.

Go and talk to them.

I am so sorry I lied.

Oh, Anna, what family doesn't lie to each other

once in a while?

We all make mistakes and have regrets.

- Right, everybody? - Uh-huh.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

In fact, one of our sons was a mistake.

- Wait, what? Huh? You? - Which one? Who?

You'll never know.

Matteo.

Okay, okay. Now my turn.

I regret having an affair with the plumber.

No. Francesca.

Francesca!

Just a joke.

No regret.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye

to my family before I left.

They deserve better than that.

- Babbo. - Eh.

- Aw. - Okay, okay.

Anna, now, uh, stop listening to us

- being so Italian and just go. - Yeah.

Go find Michael, eh?

- Go. Go. - Go. Go.

He's at the vineyard.

How do I get there?

- Vai, vai, vai. - Anna.

First my villa, now my car?

You're gonna owe me big-time.

- Go. - Go, Anna. Go!

Go!

Go! Go, go, go.

Uh, scusi.

Sorry.

What are you so happy about, pig?

♪ You should let me love you ♪

♪ Let me be the one to ♪

♪ Give you everything you want and need ♪

♪ True love and protection ♪

♪ Make me your selection ♪

- Seriously, Anna? - ♪ Show me the way ♪

♪ Love's supposed to be. ♪

Whoo!

I "La Serenata-d" you.

All past mistakes must be forgiven.

It's tradition, right?

I want to give you and me a chance.

Look, I-I know what you may be thinking.

Actually, I don't. You're really hard to read.

I'll tell you what I'm thinking.

I have no idea who you are, Anna.

No, but you do.

I-I may have lied about marrying Matteo,

but everything else was real.

Well, except for my name.

I'm sorry, what?

It's actually Brianna.

Brianna Celeste Montgomery.

Okay, Brianna.

Anything else you want to tell me?

Your wine isn't that good.

The white is solid,

but the red is-is not quite full-bodied enough.

Yeah, okay. Now I know you're making stuff up.

We both know

we've been falling for each other since the moment we met.

You hated me when we first met.

Maybe a little bit, but you were so rude.

God's sake. Let's get out of here.

I have something to say,

and I'm gonna say it right here, right now.

I'm ready to start living my life again.

I'm not running away anymore.

I'm staying here for you,

the handsome winemaker who loves the simple things in life

but doesn't have to be alone.

I'm staying put for us and what could be.

Even if I have to ruin my hair to do it.

Oh, girl, he is not that fine!

- No. No! - Girl, yes, he is.

You want to know what I said when I first saw you?

"I work so hard

because I don't have someone like her in my life."

That felt pretty earnest.

Mm, I don't know.

Maybe try again.

Ooh, that love might last, but them edges?

Child, they gone forever.

- Forever, ever. - Forever.

- Forever, ever. - Forever, ever.

I'll be your Diane Lane

if you can get me under this Tuscan sun, honey.

- Mm. I'll stay hot for that. - Girl.

You can eat, pray and love me, baby.

Ooh!

- Now add the oregano. - Relax, Vincenzo.

I got it.

Remember you're retired, old man.

Let's go!

You should've named him Lorenzo!

Mm-mm. Let me see Matteo.

Matteo.

- Che? - Oh, it's Claire.

- Hey, Matteo! - Claire, you look so beautiful.

- Ciao. - This is Isabella.

There's the food. Later, later.

Will this do, chef?

Let's eat!

- I love you, brother.

You better kiss that little light-skinned-ed boy

- like you on Bridgerton. - Ooh.

How do I sign up for that tour?

Am I right? Whoo!

- Yeah, that's... - Mm. That's somebody

I could get wet for, honey.

Do you guys need a third?

Sorry.

I just haven't been touched by a man in a long time.

I'm moist right now.

That's menopause.

He burns for you, girl!

- He burn for you! - Mm!

After the divorce, I could really use something like this.

Protect your edges.

Baby, I got a store... I got another one

just in case you get this one wet.

Excuse me. Do you think that

we could get some of what they're drinking?

Whatever makes you move in slo-mo.

Can I touch in between here?

God, that was very inappropriate.

Let me try it one more time.

Can I squeeze your grapes?

Gosh, I need to loosen up a little.

Is there, like, a sign-up for that tour?

This is fun, but that looks really good.

Baby, can we stomp some grapes together?

If it don't work out, call a mother.

Well, since she got him, I'm-a take you.

I would pay anything.

Honestly. Like, honestly.

No, no, like, honestly, I would pay anything

to be on this tour with them.

I'm sorry, that was inappropriate.

I'm really sorry. Do you want to go home with me?

Okay. Good?

Would you stop flirting with that man?

Eh, babe, I'm trying to be on 90 Day Fiancé.

Girl, he may not live 90 days.