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And the murdered woman,

she was the boy's stepmother?

His father's wife.

And his brother, who was
always jealous of him,

led their father to
see what was going on.

But the Duke was anyway
tired of his wife.

She was very greedy for money

as well as young lovers.

You have some
charming ancestors.

I don't know what
these rooms were for,

or who used them.

My grandfather, the
old Prince, used to say

that a house of which
one knows every room

is not worth living in.

The last member of
the family to live here

was my uncle, Alfonso.

He had to move out

because he was being poisoned.

Not by a person, but
by bits of gold leaf

falling from the ceiling
into his coffee cup.

It was found to
contain arsenic.

Come.

This is how they
spent the money

that might have come to me.

One of the princes
from the last centuries

spent everything he
had on staging comedia,

in which he always starred.

It would take Mr. Verver's
millions to fix this up.

Fortunately, he has them.

Yes.

Are you really
going to Baden-Baden?

Why on earth Baden-Baden?

Because some kind
people kindly asked me.

I wish I could go home.

But you can't stand America

for more than five minutes.

It has the merit of being
very far away from you.

and your fianc�e.

You know what I'd
really like for you?

You'd like me to
get married too.

What sort of person do
you have in mind for me?

Someone good and
kind and clever.

and rich.

Will you help me find
this magnificent husband?

Someone to make me forget you?

Oh, Charlotte.

No, there is no choice.

I have no money.

I don't care.

Please don't do this.

Charlotte.

Charlotte.

Charlotte. Charlotte!

I can't believe it.

Fanny, it's too
good to be true.

Charlotte is here in London?

When did she come?

I thought she was in Baden.

And she's with you
at this very moment?

But I have to see her at once.

Fanny, dearest, please.

Of course.

I insist.

Thank you, dearest, bless you.

It's too wonderful!

Charlotte has come
for our wedding.

Amerigo, you'll
meet Charlotte.

I always liked Charlotte. Of
all your friends in school,

I thought she was
the best for you.

Imagine, here was this
splendid, noble girl

who knew every language and
every country in the world,

and here was this creeping
little American thing,

terrified out of my wits.

She made me her friend.

What are you looking at?

Something unique.

It's a very handsome
present from our bridegroom.

It's interesting for
me because it shows

the ancestor after
whom I'm named

Amerigo.

This Amerigo sailed in
the wake of Columbus,

and somehow managed it
that the new continent

was named after him,
not poor old Columbus.

And ever since,

in every generation,

one son in the family

is called Amerigo.

Amerigo.

Now you must do
something for me,

my dear, grand Amerigo.

Go and bring Charlotte.

She's staying with
the Assinghams,

but of course, she
has to stay with us.

Will you bring my friend?

Si.

I don't feel it's fair for me

just to give you a
push and let you go.

Let me go? You're
not letting me go.

You and Amerigo

are only moving next
door, practically

the Carlton House Terrace.

But now it will be he
and I, and you alone.

We've lost our symmetry.

Symmetry?

Is it your wish
then that to keep it,

I had better get married too?

Well, if you did,
I'd understand.

I certainly would.

And I know that
it was my fault.

Your fault?

Come here, my darling.

You're such a
silly, silly girl.

Do you know, the English
would call you absurd?

And in an American city,
what would we call you?

You know the words.

Talking through your hat.

Yes, yes, yes.

Talking through your hat.

You did a wonderful
thing for him, Fanny.

I mean it.

If I had to choose
a wife for him,

Maggie is perfect.

In herself, of course.

And of course, in her father.

It was wonderful of
you to introduce them.

I want to do
something wonderful

for you, too, Charlotte.

You can't spend
your whole life

being a guest in
other people's houses.

You're made for a grand life,

not a poor one.

You're not a poor
person, Charlotte.

All the same,
that's what I am

poor.

You've never told Maggie?

That you and the
Prince knew each other?

No.

Haven't we all decided
it's for the best?

That everyone should
have a fresh start?

A fresh start.

I was telling the Prince,
all we hear about nowadays

is him and the
coming great event.

My dear chap, we all
have to go through it.

Fanny will take care of me.

Oh yes, Fanny takes
care of everyone.

So it's all right.

It's more than all right.

See? You're not rid of me.

I'm glad you've
returned to us.

I couldn't miss
Maggie's wedding.

You mustn't miss anything.

And Baden-Baden was
just too beastly,

all those hotels and
the people in them,

the shops full of the
most vulgar, awful things

Pink shoes and
umbrellas to match.

A lot of rubbish that
no one would want to buy.

Exactly! I had to leave

because I couldn't find
anything good enough

to give Maggie for
a wedding present.

You must help me find
something, Prince.

I know from our days in
Rome how you can bargain.

Yes, in Rome, with
my poor old Romans,

but in London I'm
not so effective.

There's nothing here
that she could wear.

Is there anything
that you could wear?

Are you offering me a gift?

Would you take it?

If I did, what
should I do with it?

Wear it.

And if I did, would I go home

and show it to Maggie
as your present?

Why in the world not?

This is what I came back for,

to be with you
as we used to be

in our days in Rome.

Charlotte, why are
you saying this?

- I have to.
- You must not.

I want to say it.

I want you to know
that I came back

for us to be together
one more time before

before what
you're going to do.

I'm not asking
anything from you.

What am I asking?

An hour or two, no more.

Yes. An hour or
two to buy a present

for your friend.

I had to come. I
missed you so much.

I thought my heart

Do you like it?

Do you like it?

What is it?

It's cut out of a
single, perfect crystal.

Perfect?

I can promise you that you
will never find any joint

or any piecing together.

Even if I were to
scrape off the gold?

I'll wait for you outside.

You couldn't scrape
the gold off it.

It's been put on by
some very old process.

Is there something
the matter with it?

It's to be a
present for a friend.

If it has a flaw, I
must know what it is.

Your friend would
never find a flaw.

Let me think about it.

I will keep it for you.

Thank you.

It seems so much
the right thing.

Didn't you see?

See what?

It has a crack.

I saw no crack.

I only saw that
it was beautiful.

That's the danger.

Danger?

To your marriage?

Danger to your happiness?

To everything.

You know how
superstitious I am.

Yes, papa.

Steady.

Let's put him back.

Attaboy.

Here we are.

I'm so pleased.

Oh, so pleased to be here.

Is it just exactly
how you imagined?

Oh, I think it's
even more wonderful!

We must find Father.

He'll be so happy to see you.

Welcome to Fawns, Charlotte.

Thank you so much for
having me, Mr. Verver.

Charlotte's boat train
to Victoria was late,

but here she is, safe
and sound at last.

She hasn't slept a wink, so
I'm taking her to her room.

- Good ideia.
- You can talk to her later.

Maggie has put you
in the Red Room.

It has two wonderful
Canaletto views of the house.

Unfortunately,
they're not ours.

It's so good to have you here,

where you'll be appreciated,

where you're loved.

I'm sure Charlotte
is appreciated

wherever she goes.

You'll have the best
room and I promise you

there are no ghosts in it.

Here's Charlotte.

Charlotte.

She's extremely tired,

so I'm tucking her
straight into bed.

I don't want to go to bed.

You'll have to visit later.
You look very tired to me.

Your room is right this way.

You know what I think?

Hmm?

That you are a
tiny bit homesick.

I am at home.

Homesick for Italy.

Naturally, you'd want
to see Rome again,

a grand Roman like you.

There's no reason
now we shouldn't go.

You mean, now that
Charlotte is here?

I would feel perfectly easy

about leaving Father
and the Principino

in her care.

And Charlotte is
very competent.

Yes, she's very practical.

I suppose she's had to be.

But she's romantic, too.

We must go

if only to improve
my abysmal Italian.

It would be so
good to be in Rome.

You and I.

alone.

together.

That's really fine.

Really fine.

Do you know who
these ladies are?

Les Dames de Carit�.

I've often wondered
who they are.

I don't know their names.
They came with the house.

And what of the painters?

Hmm, the painters?

They, too, shall
remain nameless.

Charlotte, come to the study.

There's something
I must show you.

Come now.

These are by Raphael.

This is the very first
drawing of his I ever bought.

I've been lucky
over the years.

and now I have five.

They never come on
the market anymore.

This is my newest discovery.

But is it by Raphael?

Or is it by
Perugino, his teacher?

It's beautiful.

Anyone would want it.

Don't you agree?

Yes!

I take these with me

wherever I go.

They make me feel at home

in all the rented
places we live in.

They're like old friends

who can stay as
long as they like.

I've had a letter from
a Mr. Gutermann-Seuss.

He writes he has a
very interesting set

of Turkish tiles.

I plan to visit
Mr. Gutermann-Seuss.

One never knows what
one might not find.

Before she was married, I
always took Maggie with me.

I couldn't leave
her alone in a hotel.

As you know, after
her mother died,

there was no one
else, only she and I.

So from the age of 10,

she has visited every
dealer in Europe,

even some quite
shady characters

buying and selling
stolen goods

in some little room
in a back alley.

These are the
plans for the museum

I'm building in American City.

Would you like to see?

My ambition is to
create a Roman palace

on a piece of
barren wasteland.

These are the galleries,

Medieval collection,

Roman statuary.

Oh, the good citizens
of American City

are not too pleased
with the statuary.

There is some
talk of fig leaves,

even putting

brown paper swimming costumes

on them.

That's how they
solved the problem

at the Uffizi.

Ridiculous.

They don't deserve
your generosity.

I guess they'd
rather have, uh,

new gasworks in American City.

That's where I got my start

from bituminous coal.
It's a soft coal,

makes the best coking
coal in the world

with the help of
immigrant labor, of course,

stoking the ovens.

They used to work
12 hours a day,

seven days a week,
year after year.

They've never seen
anything beautiful.

all their lives long.

I want to give
them something.

give something back

more than lumps of black coal.

I owe it to them

to bring to them all
the treasures I can find.

So I go out and
buy it for them.

Like a pirate, I go on
my raiding expeditions,

ransacking and plundering,

get the loot, and I hide it.

I keep it here, Paris, Italy,

some in Spain

vaults, banks, warehouses.

And one day I'll pack it up

and take it all
back home with me.

It'll all go here.

to the ungrateful
citizens of American City.

That's my plan

for the future.

My dilemma, of course,

is it's a large
task for one man.

I shouldn't be keeping you up.

I promised to take
good care of you.

Maggie gave me the ideia it
was the other way around.

Whichever way,

I know she'd be mighty glad

that we're keeping
each other company.

She, uh.

she hates for me to
be alone without her.

She has this odd ideia
that she's forsaken me.

Well, I suppose that
when a girl marries,

she does in a sense
forsake her father.

Maybe in a sense.

But I feel bad that
she feels bad.

about me, and.

I'm keeping you up
with all this talk.

No, no, not at all.

Well, we should
get some sleep.

Charlotte?

I'm glad you've stayed on.

I'm happy to be here.

If I do go to
Camberwell to see

Mr. Gutermann-Seuss'
Turkish tiles.

I might come with you.

I would like that very much.

Wonderful.

Good night, Charlotte.

Good night.

You'd better prepare yourself.

"I finally plucked
up my courage

and asked Charlotte
to be my wife.

And Charlotte,
wonderful as she is,

has answered, �Provided
Maggie and the Prince approve.�

So we should be
starting for Rome

to obtain in person

what we most anxiously
hope and trust

will be your consent."

Our consent.

"And of course, we shall
not miss the opportunity

to take in all the new
work at the Palazzo,

of which you write such
tantalizing reports."

They'll be here

What's the date? The fourth.

They'll be here,
I think, Wednesday

or Thursday at the latest.

- Maggie!
- Charlotte.

Father.

Mag.

Do show Charlotte the Palazzo.

She's never seen it.

I'm dying to be taken

on a personal Princely tour.

If you had seen
it the way it was

just two years ago

it's a miracle
what has been done.

Do show her.

And this is where the first
Duke kept his museum of mummies,

in case you've forgotten.

Whenever he
returned from battle,

he brought his captives back,

killed them and
stuffed them with straw

and dressed them

Dear old Italy. Ha ha!

It's impossible to
walk side by side

with that hat.

Not that it isn't
absolutely splendid.

A present from my fianc�.

But I haven't yet
had your consent,

or any word from you.

Are you not pleased
to be presented

with a bouncing
baby stepmother?

What you are doing
will take great courage.

Not only from you.

but from both of us.

It will take all
our best intentions,

Charlotte, for them.

All our.

our care.

They're good and.

and kind.

Of course.

They're good children

and the children
of good children.

You had several, remember?

Hello?

There they are. Hello.

- Oh!
- Lady Cosby.

William Shepp.

Ah, you look marvelous.

They are certainly
a handsome couple.

Do you call a stepmother
and her son-in-law a couple?

What else do you call them
when they're seen together

here, there and everywhere?

I don't know what she
thinks she's doing.

What do you expect her to do,

stay locked up in
Mr. Verver's cabinets

along with his other
handsome pieces?

Three nights in a row.

I heard it from her lips.

You liar.

You're lovely.

Ahem.

Fanny?

You say your husband is ill?

He felt too ill to come?

No, dear. If he had,
I wouldn't have left.

And yet Maggie was worried?

She worries easily, you know,

at least about her father.

Don't you think it
would be more appropriate

for his wife to worry about
him than for his daughter?

You know how
things are with us.

Father and daughter
are happiest

when they're alone.

They're forever
arranging for it,

"I'll come to you
in Cleveland Row."

"No, I'll come to you

in Carlton House Terrace."

They're like two children

arranging a doll's tea party.

They love it.
They're cozy together.

And where does that leave you?

To be cozy on my
own, I suppose.

And the Prince?

We're in the same
boat, you know.

You are naturally
in Mr. Verver's boat.

Isn't the Prince also
in Mr. Verver's boat?

Where would he
be, if he were not?

- Where would you be?
- Precisely.

But now where I am is fixed

fixed as a pin

stuck up to its
head in a cushion.

Good evening. Signora.

His Royal Highness

has expressed a desire
for your company.

May I have the great honor

of introducing you
to His Royal Highness?

What in the world would

His Royal Highness
want with me?

You must go immediately.

It's a summons.

They send for
Charlotte through you?

No, my dear. As you see,

through the
Italian ambassador.

That's your ambassador.

She's treated as
your appendage.

My "appendage"

cara mia, what a name!

I have noticed
before with you.

you like to have a thing

without calling
it by its name.

I am as ready as
the next fellow

to call a spade a spade.

Then let me name this "spade."

Mrs. Verver should
be known less

as your mother-in-law,
and a little more

as her husband's wife.

For that, Mr. Verver
should be known

a little more as
his wife's husband.

She's no one's appendage.

She is a splendid.

wonderful creature
in her own right.

So is your wife.

Believe me, cara,

I know how fortunate I am

in my wife, in
my father-in-law,

in my
mother-in-law,

and.

in my friend.

We are to be photographed.

Come on.

Are you composed, madam?

- Yes.
- Then, we will expose.

Excellent.

And once more.

That's perfect.

Now.

are you ready?

Si.

Very well. Are
you comfortable?

Yes.

Then I shall expose.

Good.

Next.

Oh, damn.

Would you get
that for me, Bob?

I've got it.

I still don't see

why you should blame yourself.

He needed a rich wife,
she a rich husband.

I introduced him to Maggie.

I helped him because
I trusted him.

I still do.

Then you've made up your mind

that it's all poor Charlotte?

If only she'd leave him alone.

Perhaps he doesn't
want to be left alone.

Don't forget, the
man's in a position

where he has nothing
in the world to do.

Poor, dear, little Maggie.

I'm to blame. I
should've told her.

That her husband and her
friend had been acquainted?

I never did understand why
that had to be kept from her.

There are things in life
that Maggie does not

should not know.

Don't you feel that?

One has to protect
her innocence.

In that case, is it any wonder

that the Prince
is bored with her?

No man of sense would
want to be married

to an ignorant child.

Come to bed.

"Come to bed."

That's your solution
to everything.

Mm.

Mm-hmm?

Mary, Queen of Scots.

Whoa whoa.

whoa.

Good afternoon, madam.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Walk on!

Why have you come in a cab?

Where's your motor?

I left it at home.

I wanted to feel as I used to

when I could do as I liked.

I don't remember
that you ever liked.

knocking about in discomfort.

It seems to me I
liked everything then.

Anyway, it brings
back the old feelings.

They come back.

They do.

Everything comes back.

Uh, you must.

awfully want your tea.

So let me give you
a good, strong cup.

Maggie has taken the
boy to Cleveland Row.

As usual,

they came before 11:00,
and they're still there.

I wonder what they think

what I'm doing,

what becomes of me while
they're so happy together?

Or, what becomes of you?

Of course,

I'm happy they are happy,

and they so adore my boy.

They'd have done the
same for one of yours.

It will never be.

Never?

Never.

It would have been
better for you.

It would have taken more
than any child of mine.

It would have taken
more than 10 children,

could I have had them to
keep our two spouses apart.

It's strange, isn't it.

the way you and I are
so immensely alone?

Because they are so
immensely together.

Yes, it has struck me.

Sometimes.

sometimes I feel,
instead of more,

I understand less
and less these people

amongst whom I've married.

Americans.

They're too different.

You understand me.

Oh, you.

You are the same as I am.

You mean, Italian
and terrible.

No.

American and terrible.

And they?

They're simple,

and they're good.

That is why we have
to protect them.

Isn't that what we said,
in Rome, we would do?

Act together to care for them?

Yes, we have to act together.

Heaven knows they do.

When you go home,

where will you
say you've been?

I shall say I've been here.

Keeping you company
in your solitude.

What else, my dear?

What in the world
else can we do?

Oh, your invitation
to Matcham.

Will that be all, sir?

Thank you.

We got ours yesterday.

We'll have a good
time, I promise you.

Those Matcham
weekends are such fun.

Oh.

Packing for your weekend?

I hear you've cried off.

Maggie told you, did she?

I asked her to.

I didn't dare tell you myself.

Such a pity.

She would have enjoyed it.

She's a very silly girl.

She should go. I told her so.

If nothing else, she
shouldn't be depriving Amerigo

of a good time.

Amerigo is going.

I can't show up at
Matcham by myself.

Should we, uh.

be asking him to leave Maggie?

I'm sure he'd prefer
to stay with his wife.

No doubt,

but I can't carry the whole
thing off by myself, can I?

Charlotte

would it matter so very much

if you, too, did not go?

No.

Of course you must go.

The whole world has to see you

in all your splendor.

It can't be wasted
on just one husband.

You know, Adam,

we can't all hide ourselves
away from the world.

Someone has to go to
this sort of things,

whether we want to or not.

I know, I know. Did
you speak to him?

To whom?

Amerigo. What did
he have to say?

About what?

About the two of you

going to Matcham alone.

What could he say,

since it was your wish
and not his, nor mine?

When you get there,

everyone will feel
very sorry for you,

that you're married
to a dreary husband

who does nothing
and goes nowhere.

That's what they will say.

They can say what they like.

And we can do what we like.

Absolutely right.

One should always follow
one's clear conscience.

What about this one?

This is beautiful.

Shall we try it?

Oh, yes.

I think he cheated.

How is it possible
to cheat on a bicycle?

Italians can be very devious.

One of his
ancestors was a pope,

and there were any
number of cardinals,

all of them with
dozens of children.

If that's not cheating, I
would like to know what is.

With these grand Romans,
it's "Aut Caesar aut nihil,"

either a Caesar or nothing.

"Aut vincere aut mori..."

to win or to die. Good show.

- Very well done.
- Bravo, Prince.

Bravissimo.

That's very becoming.

Come on, it's our turn.

No, I don't think

Maggie and her father
would like it here.

If it's so bad for them,

how can it be good for you?

You needn't be ashamed of me.

For four years

I've lived the life,

I've thought the thoughts

that best suited
Maggie and her father.

But there are times
when I have to get out

and stretch my legs a little.

You mean, you need to have

your own kind of a good time?

No, for that I
wouldn't be here.

I'd be where I belong,

in the air I was
born to breathe.

So you still long for it?

For Rome?

What do you think?

Every minute.

Every bit of me.

I'm just a silly when
the moon comes out

I hardly seem to
know what I'm about

- Skipping
- Hopping

Never, never stopping

We can't stand still
although we try.

Are you sure?

- That was correct.
- We may have bid too low.

You wait until
the game is over.

That's all right,
I feel confident.

When the moon comes creeping

Around the sky

They've really got
something, haven't they?

Absolutely.

moon

Aggravating moon.

Isn't he divine?

Mr. Blint has a lovely voice.

Yes, but we need
more practice.

We're staying over tomorrow
when everyone else goes up.

Wouldn't it be fun
for you and the Prince

to stay over with us?

Just the four of us?

Would you like that?

just as soon

As the daylight's gone

Well, it's then

I feel a foolish
sort of feeling

Coming on

I'm such a silly when
the moon comes out

I hardly seem to
know what I'm about

- Skipping
- Hopping

Never, never stopping

We can't keep still
although we try

I'm all a-quiver when
the moonbeams glance

That is the moment
when I long to dance

I can never

Close a sleepy eye

When the moon comes creeping

Around the sky

Well done!

- Bravo!
- Encore.

Bob and I would be
delighted to take any train

that would suit
you and the Prince.

I feel almost as if
after all this time

I've seen nothing of you.

Oh, that's awfully
sweet of you, darling,

but we've settled,

Amerigo and I,

to stay over till
after luncheon.

You're staying on?

Yes.

Charlotte promised
our hostess.

Rather a bore,

since it means that
I, too, must stay on.

You must stay with Charlotte?

Yes, I must see
her decently home.

Mr. Verver and Maggie
would expect it.

Of course.

You might do us
one great favor.

Of course.

Leave word at Cleveland Row

that we have been kept over,

but that we shall be back
in time for dinner, hm?

I shall do better than that.

I shall go straight
from the station

and report on
the situation here

for you and Charlotte.

That would be kind.

Yes, you can tell them

that we are bearing up.

You're bearing up?

- Yes.
- Good.

You needn't be
afraid of Fanny.

It's you I'm afraid of,

sometimes.

Don't be.

She can't very well go
to your wife and say,

"I'm sorry, my dear, for
arranging your marriage.

I was mistaken."

She wasn't.

She's right.

Everything's right.

Then that's what I say.

They're happy.

We can be happy, too.

And if it didn't
sound so very vulgar.

I should say that we're safe.

Good night, my dear.

Oh, is that you?

It's like playing blind
man's bluff up here,

the deuce only knows
what anyone's up to.

Ah, well.

Good night.

Good night to you and Fanny.

Sleep well.

I sleep like a log.

It's Fanny who
lies there brooding.

Poor Fanny.

What does she have
to brood about?

Don't ask me,

these are things
far above my head.

Metaphysics and Psychology.

Were you talking to somebody?

I heard you.

I must have been
talking to myself again.

Poor old man.

Don't you lie to me.

There are enough people
doing that already.

What lie shall I
tell Maggie tomorrow?

You don't have to
tell her anything.

You said one has to
protect her innocence.

If she remains
innocent much longer,

she's going to
lose her husband.

I don't think he really
cares for Charlotte.

Men don't when
it's made too easy.

You have this
extraordinary notion

you know anything
about men and women.

I don't.

I leave all knowledge of
the human heart to you.

I'm only here to see it
doesn't land you in trouble.

I'm such a silly
when the moon comes

Breathe deeply.

- After four.
- Making me laugh.

I'm such a silly when
the moon comes out

That's very good!

I hardly seem to
know what I'm about

Skipping, hopping

Never, never stopping

We can't keep still
although we try

Are you looking for Charlotte?

Because I think
she's looking for you.

Hunting for you.

Shh.

Yapping for you.

Don't be so naughty and
get on with your work.

My work is to
teach you to play.

I'm just a silly when
the moonbeams shine

That's all I do
when I da da da da

Can't keep still
although we try

I'm all a-quiver
when the moonbeam

It's after 11:00.

If we stop here for luncheon,

then what becomes
of our afternoon?

Why should we stop
here for luncheon?

Our hostess

Doesn't dream of our staying.

She dreams only of Mr. Blint.

That's Gloucester over there.

It has a very fine cathedral.

And everyone knows
whenever we've the chance,

we stop to see cathedrals.

I've discovered
the name of the inn.

There are two, but I've
chosen the right one.

You'll see.

You're terrible.

How do you know

so exactly what I'm thinking?

I know it 10 miles off,

because it is always
what I'm thinking, too.

We have these harmonies.

Get your things.

Get your things quick.

Hurry.

Presto, presto.

Thank you, sir.

Move on.

It has the tomb of
some very famous king.

How very interesting.

Richard II.

Or was it Edward II?

I know he was murdered in
some particularly horrible

and revolting way.

I thought it was only we
Italians that did that.

Oh, you Italians

with your poisons
and your daggers.

We might not make it
home in time for dinner.

They might not even notice.

That anyone might imagine

that a man could be
left alone with a woman

and a woman such as you.

Like Adam and Eve

before the fall.

That could not be.

It could not.

Why are you in the dark?

Didn't you get our telegram
that we missed the train?

Yes.

It was so thoughtful
of you to send it.

You've dined?

With Father.

We were together when
your telegram came.

You have a new frock.

It's very pretty.

You like it?

I wore it tonight at dinner.

for you.

But you've dined.

On such horrors.

We had an adventure.

Fanny told us what a success
Charlotte was at Matcham

the beautiful, great,
grand Mrs. Verver

we're so proud of.

And that Lady Castledean

just could not bear
to part with her

and kept her over.

So that I, too, was kept over.

I couldn't let her
come back alone.

Of course not.

Father said you
did the right thing.

He did?

Oh.

I thought you would be asleep.

Oh, I couldn't.

I missed you too much.

I missed you.

Wait till you hear
of our adventure.

Yours and Charlotte's?

We decided to visit the
cathedral at Gloucester.

It's a magnificent
cathedral, I believe,

with cloisters.

Yes,

and the tomb of an old king.

The boy is asleep?

Hours ago.

Which king?

Hm?

Which king has his
tomb at Gloucester?

Oh. Um

Is it Richard
II, or Edward II?

I've forgotten.

Don't wake him.

Then, what else?

What else besides
stupidly missing the train?

Where did you dine?

At a very nasty little inn

on something very nasty,

called, I believe,

The Shepherd's Pie,

English cooking.

What did you do?

We were with Father.

We stayed over at night.

Every night?

You were away
Friday, Saturday,

Sunday

we came back to
Carlton House Terrace

on Sunday, thinking.

perhaps you might return
a day early instead of

Instead of?

A day late.

I had a strange
dream on Sunday.

It was a nightmare really.

You were afraid and alone.

You should have
stayed with your father

in Cleveland Row.

No, I wasn't afraid.

And it began as a
dream, not a nightmare.

I was in a beautiful pagoda,

all jeweled and plated
with colored porcelain.

And I loved being
there and I was happy.

I thought I was happy.

But then something
strange happened.

I can't describe it

it was like some
strange sound.

No, it was a feeling
more than a sound,

like a warning.

I tapped the wall,

that beautiful porcelain,

and then there was a sound,

you know, the way you
tap something with a key,

and it gives out
a certain sound

that tells you it has a crack.

It was like that, as if the
pagoda had a crack in it.

And that's where
the nightmare began,

because I thought I
was trapped in there

and it would split apart

into thousands of
pieces and bury me alive.

It seemed to be moving.

But you know what
frightened me the most?

It was that Father would hear

I was trapped in this.

terrible, cracked pagoda,

and I thought,
"He mustn't know

he must not ever
know of my danger,

I must not cry out."

And when I woke, I found I had
stuffed the sheet into my mouth

to stop myself
from crying out,

so that Father
wouldn't hear anything.

Shh.

And he.

he asked absolutely nothing?

Not a word.

The subject of
where we had been

or why we had missed the train

was apparently not the
slightest interest to him.

What must he be thinking?

With him, who can ever tell?

I believe even Maggie
doesn't know what he thinks.

She's with him now.

Of course, we have
no way of knowing

what she's telling him,

what they're saying
to each other.

About us?

About anything.

Why on earth did we
meet in this place?

Because no one we
know, or who knows us,

would ever dream
of coming here.

Huh.

Yes, we shouldn't be
seen too much together.

If we are, it's their fault

making us go
everywhere together

while they sit at home
hatching their plans.

This is their latest

my husband wants to take
your wife on a trip to Spain

to see a possible
Goya he's heard about.

Just the two of them in
their old way together,

leaving you and me

In our old way together?

No. We mustn't be seen alone

and they mustn't
be left alone.

We must pair off
in a different way.

So, what is your ideia?

You're so full of them.

My ideia is simply that.

you should be more
with my husband,

and I should be
more with your wife.

Only for a time.

Come.

I'm told you heard
of a Goya in Spain.

Yes, there's a possibility.

- Maggie told you?
- Charlotte did.

She said you were thinking
of taking Maggie with you

- when you go to see it.
- Yes, that's our plan,

provided we have
your permission.

If that is what Maggie wishes.

Yes, of course. You would
always do what your wife wishes.

We are two ideal
husbands, you and I.

- I'm scared, granddaddy.
- Oh, are you?

- No.
- No, you don't scare so easy, do you?

Not like your poor
old granddaddy.

I can't imagine you afraid,
sir, of anything in the world.

Well, how little you know me.

My heart is in my
mouth all the time.

If something might
happen to this boy,

or to Maggie, if she might
be harmed in some way,

I don't know of anything I might
not be capable of in such a case.

So I'm afraid.
Afraid myself too,

of what I might do, if
she were to get hurt.

There's a funny story.
This happened years ago.

In Paris. On my
very first visit,

honeymoon, with
Maggie's mother.

We were in this restaurant,

and a man sitting at another
table was looking at my wife

in a kind of way I
really didn't like.

So I grabbed a knife off the
table and I rushed over to him

It might not have even been the steak
knife, it was probably the butter knife!

I can still see his face,
stupid with astonishment.

I guess I thought I
was going to stab him,

and it was only when I felt
my wife hanging on my arm

that I lowered my hand
and dropped the knife.

She marched me out of there,
apologizing to everyone, left and right.

First and last time in my
life I fail to pay the check.

And no one ran after us.

I guess they were all scared to
death of that crazy, wild American.

"Who is this Monsieur Verver?"

Why is it there
is never anything

I can possibly eat?

Is there nothing at
all? What about this?

He hates aspic.

Why don't you try
the goose, Adam?

What are these small birds?

I believe that's pigeon.

I'll have the goose.

Oh, thank you.

Has he said
anything more to you

about the Goya
he wants to view?

No. Has he to you?

Perhaps you would go
with Father to Spain?

Most willingly.

I happen to like my
husband's company.

But I don't know that
he would like mine

in place of yours.

I'm sure that's not true.

It's hardly a secret anymore

that he married
me, not for my sake,

not even for his
own, but for yours.

Perhaps Spain isn't
the best ideia just now.

Unless he very much wants it.

Unless you do.

But of course,

you would only
want what he wants.

And Amerigo.

Amerigo?

My husband.

I'd like to follow my
husband's wishes, too.

Do you know what they are?

Do you?

Maggie.

I'm dreadfully jealous.

You bring your
pretty wife here

and not to us at Matcham?

What have we done to
be so horribly neglected

by you and your father?

She's far too charming
to leave at home.

Next time I'm not going
to let her off the hook.

We had such fun.

I love your dress.

Is it Paquin?

Hello.

Look at you. Turn around.

Delightful.

I tell you, there is
nothing like the French.

Charles Blint,
that's Lucy Moncreif.

- How do you do?
- Come on, Charlie.

She has the biggest diamonds

and the reddest hair.

And the longest
false eyelashes.

On the falsest eyes.
I don't like her.

That is the first time
I've ever heard you say

you don't like someone.

You should say it more often.

What are you two
talking about?

You must all have had a
very jolly time at Matcham.

Oh, it was a fearful bore.

But Gloucester? I'd
have loved to have seen

the cathedral with you.

Amerigo!

We must take Maggie
to Gloucester.

Yes, we must
absolutely all go.

Architecturally, it's
of tremendous interest.

And hist�rically,
too, I believe,

with the tomb of some old king
- who was it?

Richard II.

Oh, was it?

I thought it was Edward II.

I must have been mistaken.

We should find our seats.

- The Ritz.
- On Friday?

- One o'clock.
- Don't be late.

I won't.

What did the
marmalade cat want?

To find out what I
may have found out.

About her?

Well, she has
no stone to throw

at anyone else's window.

Mmm.

It's always a comfort to
know about one's friends.

Just as you can't
throw any, Fanny.

What stone would I throw?

If you tried,

it would come
right back at you

in the most horrid way.

Thank you so much.

Playing truant again.

Well, you know how I am
with this modern noise.

What is it anyway?

"Gavrilka."

Hmm.

Mighty loud.

Well, Mag, it looks
like we won't be taking

our little trip
to Spain after all.

No, it wouldn't be
fair to the others.

Nope.

It wouldn't be fair to them.

But I do feel guilty

about you and Amerigo.

Why?

What have you done to us?

Keeping the two of you here

in domestic harness,

with me and the Principino

and Charlotte

when the two of
you must be longing

to get away on your own.

So, Mag,

is it your ideia
then to realign us

the Prince and
myself on one side,

and Charlotte and
you on the other?

Wouldn't it be fun?

And how many couples are there

who could even think
of such a thing?

Who're as fortunate as we are,

the four of us, to get
on so well together?

Well, since we do,

let me make
another suggestion,

for a different
harmony this summer.

It's just like "Hamlet."

Thank the Lord that's over.

You didn't like it?

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I wonder what
Fanny's thinking.

I know she's
thinking something.

You said that Fanny
doesn't matter.

Go in and take
care of your wife!

Come on, trust me, I
know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Then you are more
fortunate than I am.

"Everything's
right," remember?

There you are!

Maggie helped me escape

the music of the 20th century.

In the meantime, we
have been sitting here,

haven't we, Mag
- hatching a diabolical plot.

Father thinks he would like

to go down early
to Fawns this year,

if that suits you two.

Perfectly.

We could all leave
together this very week,

if that's what you prefer.

I prefer you and I go first.

Yes, this weekend
if you'd like,

and stay there on
our own for a while.

Make the place
habitable, as it were.

What do you say, Charlotte?

Wonderful.

Good. Amerigo?

Yes.

Wonderful.

See, Mag, how fortunate
we are, the four of us?

We're always in
perfect agreement

on every plan
that is proposed.

Did you like the dancing?

Next!

This stronghold,

constructed in
the Middle Ages,

upon the ruins of
a Roman fortress

is where the famous
- or should I say

infamous
- executions took place

of the third Duke's
wife and his son.

The boy Ugo was
the Duke's favorite,

which prompted a
jealous older brother

to lead their father to Ugo

and their
stepmother, Parisina,

where they were found
in flagrante delicto.

The lovers were at once seized

and dragged to their deaths.

The boy was 16,

his stepmother, twice that.

The Duke was soon remarried
to Eleonora of Aragon,

who was only 11
years old. Next slide.

What awfulness is
there between them?

Between my husband
and my father's wife?

Between them?

What do you mean?

Anything there shouldn't be.

Do you believe there is?

Shh!

caused his wife, Parisina,

and his adored son, Ugo,

her secret paramour,
to be beheaded.

It was the Fifth Duke who
first assumed the title

of Prince of Ugolini.

He also took the
name of Amerigo

after his famous
seafaring kinsman.

Come with us to Fawns,
Fanny, you and the Colonel.

Don't leave me alone there,
watching and guessing,

trying to make out what
lies I'm being told.

Charlotte has
changed towards me.

She might not want us there.

It is her house.

It's my father's house.

The beautiful women upon
whom his eyes are cast,

he lures to love him

and moves them
in a wondrous way,

more powerfully than the
magnet influences iron.

It looks the sort of place

where I might.

just might find
something odd and nice

for Father's birthday.

It is very pretty, but.

I'm not sure it would
quite do for my father.

Her father's Adam Verver.

Oh yes, the
American collector.

Mm-hmm.

You see, I wouldn't know
how to give him anything

that's, well.

anywhere near good enough.

But he has this
very sweet theory

that a present given
out of affection

is in a special category.

He even has a
special glass cabinet

for such gifts.

Mine all figure in it.

Every single one of them
going back over the years.

Why do you say Charlotte
has turned against you?

Perhaps I'm only imagining it.

One doesn't imagine such
things out of nothing

out of thin air.

You must have some proof
for your suspicions.

Do you have any for yours?

What's that?

It's something I've
had for a long time.

It's Byzantine.

I've been keeping
it for a lady

who said she would
come back for it.

A lady and a
gentleman with her

be careful
- her husband or her fianc�.

It must be more
than five years now.

8th of July, 1903.

Three days before my wedding.

They have not returned.

So I believe I am
within my rights to say

it is still for sale.

How much is it?

�300.

It might be just the thing
for Father's special cabinet.

Would you send it to me?

It will be delivered tomorrow.

It is an honor.

Where is Byzantium, actually?

They know I know.

But know what,
for heaven's sake?

Your husband and
your stepmother

have been intriguing,
day after day,

in your house and
in your father's?

Such a thought
would be unbearable.

One couldn't bear it.

One must bear many
things for love.

Love of your husband,
or your father?

For love.

It's so lonely without them

without Maggie
and the Principino.

And the Prince. Oh Lord, yes,

how we miss the little family.

But what a blessing, darling.

We have each other.

I brought these to show you.

Here is where we laid
the foundation stone.

We took this building out

between Fourth
and Fifth Street.

American City has
brought objection

that the museum is encroaching

on a new streetcar concession.

It's all a matter of politics

and the usual payoffs.

If necessary I'll buy
both sides of the street.

But I ought to be there.

I can't leave it
all to the architect.

There is no reason
why you shouldn't go.

Is there any reason
why you shouldn't?

If I were to go,
say, next week,

would you come with me?

I would like to, immensely

Mm-hmm.

But it wouldn't be
very easy for us both

to go on such short notice.

And you wouldn't have
to be gone very long.

How would it be

if we did go for very long?

And if we were to stay
and start our work

our real work, Charlotte,
you and me together

not later, not at some
future time but now?

No!

I couldn't bear to think
of your collection.

all your treasures,
to be buried out there.

You call it a burial
to go to American City?

For your treasures, yes,

to be in a place where no one
could or would appreciate them,

it's like burying
them in a tomb.

A tomb?

My museum a tomb, hein?

Tombs can be very beautiful.

You've seen pictures
of the Taj Mahal,

the tomb in India
that an emperor built

for his beloved queen.

Yes. After she was dead.

Of course.

No one would dream
of burying a queen

while she was still alive.

It's not as if they
have any use for it.

They want their
streetcar, not your museum.

They may not want it,

but they shall have it.

Charlotte?

I've just asked for
my supper in the study.

I have a heap of
letters to write.

I hope you won't mind.

Good night.

Good night.

You've brought me
the golden bowl.

How kind of you.

Princess

a most extraordinary
coincidence

I told you that a
lady and a gentleman

had been interested in
the same golden bowl.

Now, I see here.

the same lady and gentleman.

Are you sure?

They are not a couple
one can easily forget,

even after five years.

It was my impression
that they were affianced,

or perhaps a newly
married couple.

Each was trying to choose
a present for the other.

The lady liked my golden bowl,

the gentleman did not.

To whom do I write the check?

A.R. Jarvis.

J- A-R-V-I-S.

�300, you said?

No, Princess, forgive me.

Half that sum would
be quite sufficient.

That is why I
came myself today.

I felt I had to tell you

that the bowl is cracked.

Yes, the crystal is cracked.

I could not leave
you in ignorance

to give such a
present to your father.

Princess, it has a flaw.

So.

�150 pounds

would be sufficient.

I thank you, Princess.

I'm gonna get you!

You scared me.

Come here, my big, scary boy.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

You look lovely, dearest,

much too lovely
for our ambassador.

Poor dear man, he
still hasn't learned

how to throw a
decent dinner party.

Your father's
birthday present?

It has turned out to be.

something quite different.

Hmm. It is beautiful.

It seems so, but actually.

it has a flaw.

A flaw?

I can't see any flaw.

That's what is so deceptive.

It has a crack.

A crack?

You mean, in the gold?

How is it so heavy?

It's crystal,

and was once, I suppose,

worth something.

And now...?

Now it's just a gilded
bowl with a crack in it.

I can't believe it.

It looks so perfect.

Yes.

a perfect fake.

Maggie, dear.

what's wrong?

Do you remember that nice man

told us in his shop
about the couple

who wanted to buy it?

I think he said
husband and wife,

but he may have meant lovers.

He recognized them.

And he remembered the date.

July 8, 1903.

We talked about
it in the shop,

three days before our wedding.

They

they were intimate, you see.

It all depends what
you mean by that.

I mean they were too intimate

to let me know
anything about it,

even to let me know
they had ever met.

And you knew nothing?

Suspected nothing?

Nothing?

Darling Fanny,

I know, whatever you did.

or did not do,

I know it was with
the best intentions.

I tried hard.

I tried hard to
act for the best.

I'm sure of it.

I believe you.

But now, the best
you can do for me

is to lie for me,

to lie to Father,

because he must not know.

Are you quite sure
he does not know?

No.

I'm not sure at all.

All I'm sure of is that.

his very first thought

is to keep me from being hurt.

That's why he says nothing.

And you say nothing?

Yes, when I had
only suspicions,

but now that I have proof

now that this exists

What if it did not exist?

What if you had
never found it?

But I did find it.

And now it's there,
in all its ugliness.

Look.

Put it down, Fanny. I
can't bear to see it.

Magic.

If I may, I'll take
your motor to the embassy

and send it back for you.

Prince.

Do you recognize it?

No.

It's the bowl
you and Charlotte

almost bought

in that little
shop in Bloomsbury.

Oh yes!

- Five years ago?
- Yes.

Three days before
your wedding

Which was also your
wedding, my dear,

and that's the point.

The point of your excursion
alone with Charlotte?

In search of a wedding
present for you.

She wanted so much
to give you something.

And there was this
fellow in the shop

trying to palm
his bowl off on us,

but I saw at once,

that it wouldn't do,

that it was cracked.

But now it's mine,

this present from you both.

What is it you want me to say?

Nothing more.

This has said it all.

So I am grateful
that you left it

in the shop for me to find,

so at last I can be sure.

Sure of what?

Of what I've been suspecting,

doubting, fearing
these many months.

And all this time
you've said nothing?

Nothing?

Oh, cara

cara, you're deep.

No, it's you who are deep.

For five years
you've said nothing

not a word

not even that you
knew each other before,

even that was kept
a secret from me

at the time of our marriage.

Would it have made
any difference?

To our marriage? Probably not.

Because even then,
as early as that,

I knew I couldn't
live without you,

which you knew very well!

- You pretended to love me.
- No.

And you pretended to love him!

- No!
- Why did he marry?

Why did he?

It was good before, with
only the three of us,

and then our boy.
None of us needed her.

Unless you did.

It's you I need.

and more than ever now.

You mean now that I know

and have to shield
you and Charlotte both?

But it's not you
I have to shield.

Has he said anything?

To me?

Father would die first.

His wife would
know better than I.

- You should ask her.
- As if I would.

But don't you ask
her everything?

Haven't I seen you
both arranging together?

It's a shame.

Fanny shouldn't
have done this.

Fanny wanted to
destroy the evidence.

But it's no longer possible
to be blind and stupid,

or for you to think me so.

If I thought that,

then it would be I.
who was very stupid.

Tell me what you want.

I want a happiness
without a hole in it.

I want the bowl
without a crack.

And now I don't have a
birthday present for Father.

Let me find something.

Maggie?

"My dearest heart,

you are in the next room

and I want to say this to you

and I cannot.

So I am writing to you,
not like your husband,

but like a lover,

too full of love and
fear to speak out.

My life is only you,

nothing but you.

I have no words in English
and not even in Italian.

So hold my letter in your hands
- hold it

and keep it, please.

Hold and keep me."

Hello.

Could you pass me
the towel, please?

I'm afraid Daddy wouldn't
let us bathe Olmo.

He's been worrying all day

about Olmo having
some dog disease.

Where is he?

Olmo? He's in the Bow Room,

being made a fuss of.

Go and tell Amerigo

that dogs sometimes
don't feel like playing

not because they're sick,
but just sleepy and lazy.

All right.

I'm going to get you. I'm
going to get your feet,

and your paws and your tail.

Ever since you came,

you and I haven't had
a moment alone together.

Has she said anything to you?

Has who said anything?

Who?

Your wife!

Has she spoken to you?

Naturally,

a husband and wife
do speak together.

Has your husband
said anything to you?

My husband speaks
only to your wife,

you know that.

But still there is something

something.

Amerigo, answer me.

Has she said anything
to you about us?

What has she said?

She has said nothing.

- Nothing at all?
- Nothing at all.

She hasn't found out?

Found out what?

Has Fanny told her anything?

Why? What should
Fanny know to tell?

I don't trust Fanny.

You should. She's
been a good friend.

A very good friend
to the Ververs,

to father and
daughter, not to us.

Us?

You and I.

That's all there is for me.

You and I.

As if you've never married

and I've never married

and there are only those
weeks we had together

in Rome when you loved me.

Charlotte,

that's all in the past.

In the past.

In the past, is it?

Buried and forgotten?

That's how it is.

It's easy for you.

You can just turn away
and smoke your cigarettes

and play with your
child or your dog!

You yourself were
always saying to me

that we had to be careful,
that no one must suspect

- Does she?
- I told you, no!

Are you telling me the truth?

Don't you trust me?

Charlotte.

It came in the mail,
offered privately.

Isn't that the Raphael

in the Royal
Collection at Windsor?

Quite right. You've
learned something.

Living with you, I could
hardly fail but to learn.

How much longer are the
Assinghams staying with us?

I hope as usual they're
here for a good, long visit.

Fanny calls herself
our regular boarder.

But you know we have many
visitors coming next week.

We have many rooms.

Adam?

I feel uneasy about Fanny.

I don't understand.

Fanny has changed towards me.

And I feel as if she's
trying to change Maggie, too,

as if she were telling
her things about me.

Imaginary things, of course,

lies, for all I know.

Forgive me,

it may be I who am
imagining things.

- It may be.
- But I can't help it.

because I feel she
has been successful.

Fanny has been successful
in influencing Maggie

and changing her toward me.

Maggie would never change.
She is steady and true.

I know it better than anyone

since childhood we've been
each other's closest friends.

She wouldn't know
how to betray or lie,

except to protect
those that she loves.

And then I guess
she can tell lies

and pretend along
with the best of us.

If Maggie were to
change toward a friend,

it would not be
for mere slander.

It would be for
something truly terrible,

truly unforgivable.

Hmm?

The Raphael at Windsor
is a miniature reduction.

The original was sold

after the execution
of Charles I

and went into the collection
of Cardinal Mazarin.

And now you're buying it.

I'm thinking about it,

but they want a
great deal of money.

Are you sure it's genuine?

You know I never
act until I'm sure.

I had a sad letter
from poor Isabel.

She's still in Venice
with that fearsome husband.

- What's his name?
- Feldman.

I'd love to help her
get away from him.

But what can anyone do? I'm
afraid she's made her bed.

Don't be scared of Maggie
giving away any secrets.

She doesn't know one
card from another.

I tried to teach
her for years,

but I gave up in despair.

I used to play
whist with the aunt.

Whist, Fanny?

Whist.

She told me she warned
the uncle not to leave

all that money to poor Isabel.

This girl would only fall
prey to some fortune hunter,

and of course, that's
exactly what happened.

What no one foresaw was
the dreadful fortune hunter

would turn out
to be an American

and not the usual
impecunious Italian.

It's your turn, Prince.

I was looking for you.

It's so close indoors.

Yes.

even out here.

There may be a storm.

Perhaps we should go in.

Look at your father.

One wouldn't ever want to.

disturb or distress him.

I know you feel the same.

You're right.

I do feel it.

Maggie.

have you any
complaint against me?

Have I hurt you in any way?

I've turned this way and that,

trying to think
what I could have

possibly done against you.

What wrong have I done you?

Perhaps I've been mistaken.

You have been mistaken.

Oh.

How you relieve me!

You see, I had to speak out

it's in my nature.

I accuse you of nothing.

That's lucky.

I have never thought
of you as anything

but beautiful,
wonderful and good.

As I have thought
of you, my love.

Will you kiss me on it, then?

She doesn't know a thing.

You saw how she kissed me.

Oh, yes, I saw.

You're very foolish.

You don't understand her.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Are you coming to bed?

No.

I need some fresh air.

It's too close inside
the house tonight.

It's stifling.

"He might shriek
as loud as he liked,

she took no notice of him.

Then she went to Gretel

and shook her till she woke,

and cried, Get up,
little lazy bones,

fetch some wat

What's happening?

Why are you here, darling?

There was a tiger
under his bed,

so he had to come into ours.

Oh.

"Fetch some water

and cook something
nice for your brother.

He is in the stable
and has to be fattened.

When he's nice and fat,

I'll eat him."

This is a sad story.

It's his favorite.

When the children are
lost in the dark forest

and are eaten by a witch

he only likes stories where
terrible things happen.

It comes from living
where there is no sunshine,

no blue sky,

not our kind of blue.

It would be
wonderful, wouldn't it,

to take him to Italy?

Father couldn't live
without the Principino.

Or without you?

Or you without him?

And I would never ask
that, you know I would not.

Not even if you
wanted it terribly?

If you wanted it
more than anything?

Not unless.

you wanted it
more than anything.

I should take him to bed.

No.

Oh, I've got you.

Go away, Maggie.

You've been doing that
since you were little

and you have yet to fool me.

Come here.

Look here.

These stairs are too narrow,

are they not?

They do seem somewhat
narrow for the building.

Yes, I want to widen them

so people can sit
and relax, converse,

enjoy the sun.

These are too narrow. All
the stairs are too narrow.

You should be in bed,

not in here thinking
about your museum.

I never stop
thinking about it.

I dream about
it. It's my work,

what I've staked myself on.

You see, that's
your greatness,

your great motive

while all I have is
my own selfishness.

I'll believe that

when Amerigo complains of you.

But don't you see?

It's he who is my selfishness.

My selfish motive
for everything I do.

I love him so, that
I'd die for him.

I love him so,
that it's horrible.

So, you see, for him.

which is really myself,
I've just given you up,

sacrificed you.

I might as well have just.

shipped you back
to American City.

See here, Maggie,

if you go on like that,

you'll make me wish

I had shipped back
to American City.

In fact, you make me
want to ship back myself.

You make me feel
as if American City

could be the
best place for us

for me and Charlotte.

Now you're offering
up the two of you

as victims to my selfishness.

Oh, young lady,
I'll let you know

the day I feel myself
to be your victim.

Meanwhile, I'll do
whatever I think is best.

Best for whom?

For you.

Of course.

Always, always for me.

And what about you?

I can take care of myself.

and my wife.

Don't you believe in me?

More than in anyone.

And that's the way, I
think you believe in me.

Yeah.

about the way. Yes.

Well, then.

Well, then.

Amerigo.

they don't own us.

One can't be shipped
off with all their goods

where and when they please.

No one is shipping you off.

You're going away to
take your rightful place.

You were born for it.

You can carry the
torch of civilization,

like the Statue of Liberty.

I mean it.

Your husband is giving
you a great future.

There is no future for
me except to be with you.

Listen

I'm ready to leave
this house tomorrow,

today
- with nothing, the way I came.

We can go anywhere.

Don't you understand?
I love my wife.

I love Maggie

more every day.

It's different from
anything before.

You're lying to me.

You've always lied to me.

No, not to you, but to her.

And it will take me a lifetime

to get the taste out of
my mouth of those lies.

The dishonor.

Charlotte, the dishonor.

- Disonore.
- Liar!

This charming cupid
asleep on a dolphin,

dates from about 1766,

and it's by Joseph Nollekins.

I think there is
something very attractive

about Nollekins'
classical imitations,

which we could compare to

a musician's variations
on a baroque theme.

I would also
like to point out,

that the marble boy
rests on a stand.

American City

the very name must
sound like doom to her

like some Indian trading post

on the Oregon Trail.

And on the right,
"Rebecca at the Well."

We think it's
Giacomo Cavedoni.

She sees it all before her.

She can't speak,

or resist,

or move a little finger.

The subject is peasants

having a good meal, 1600s.

And all this is
leaving for America.

You ought to ask some
questions in Parliament.

Make it a cause celebre.

Don't these things
belong in British museums?

It used to be only
thieves and murderers

were transported overseas.

Now it's the portraits
of your ancestors.

I think you will all
agree with me when I say

this life-sized portrait
of King Henry VIII

by Hans Holbein dominates all
the other pictures in this room.

Holbein presents the
most striking depiction

of royal authority
in English art.

But to me, it is also
a chilling portrait

of the masculine ego

in all its brutal
physical strength

and hardness.

The subject matches
the cold hardness

of Holbein's style here,

which brings out so
well the King's defiance

of all who stood in his way,

including his numerous women,

who, one by one,
went to their doom.

Please.

Amerigo?

Why don't you go out to her?

No, you're right. Of
course, I should do it.

I owe it to her.

She ought to
understand you better.

Charlotte.

hasn't begun to know you.

Then I hope she never will.

I hope that she'll never guess

it was I who asked
Father to take her away.

If you won't go
to her, I shall.

What will you say to her?

It will depend on what
she will say to me,

whatever she can find
to save her pride.

Anything to make her
a little less unhappy.

It's only one more lie.

Let it be the last, my dear.

Wait. Wait.

I thought you might
find this interesting.

I've read something
by the same author.

I found it rather contrived,

but I'll try this.

You might like some
of the social scenes.

They're well done.

I'm tired,

tired of this life
we've been leading.

I know that you like it

that it suits you,

but it doesn't suit me.

I told my husband

our real life isn't here

his and mine.

That's why I decided
to take him home.

So it was your decision?

Mine entirely.

I told him,

what's the use of our
staying here in England?

Our work is there,

waiting for us
in American City.

You see, I'm very selfish.

I place my husband first.

Well, since that's
where I place mine

I'm taking him away from you.

You're taking my
father away from me?

You've always been
jealous of our marriage.

From the very beginning you've
tried to come between us.

But I mean to keep
the man I married.

I want to have him at
last, a little to myself

far away where you can
no longer work against us.

If that's what
I've done, then.

I appear to have failed.

You have failed.

I'm glad to hear you admit it.

There, there, there.

The packers are coming
back on Thursday,

so I guess you and I

have a heap of
work ahead of us.

Very agreeable work.

With you there to help me,

We'll soon have it all
in its proper place,

in its own museum,

its own city.

When they see all
of the treasure,

all my plunder,
unpacked and displayed,

oh, they'll learn to
like it, all right.

When they see you, my dear,

won't they just sit
up and take notice?

They've never seen
the likes of you.

You'll make their eyes snap
right out of their head,

as they say over there.