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[Distant shouting,
phones ringing]

It's pandemonium
out here.

Same as it was
last Friday.

This feels different.

Don't catastrophize, Frank.

By the end
of business Friday,

we'd regained almost
all our losses.

Uh, well,
Nielson's asking
for instructions, sir.

Tell him they
haven't changed.

We hold our nerve,
wait for the bottom,

then pile in when we
sense the bounce!

Yes, Mr. Gibson-White.

[Shouting continues,
phone rings]

Yes?

[Man on phone speaking
indistinctly]

Tell your client
to calm down.

Now--[scoffs]--that isn't
gonna happen.

It's 1929,
for Christ's sake.

It's just a correction,
a minor one.

I guarantee it.

[Shouting continues]

♪

[Theme music playing]

♪

[Sniffs]

♪

[Overlapping chatter]

♪

[Footsteps approach]

Good morning, darling.

Are you
reacquainting yourself

with the pleasures
of the old place?

Well, you could
say that, yes.

Hmm.

Well, shall we?

[Distant chatter continues]

[Paola and Constance laugh]

I thought you might
have treated yourself

to a little bit
of a lie-in.

Well, I'm not much
of a sleeper these days.

Virat's
a terrible snorer.

Well, you do know you don't
have to share a room?

I think it brings him
some comfort.

You still haven't mentioned
what it is he's doing here.

He's looking for Nish.

Lucian.

Hello, Grandpapa.

When did you get back?

Last night, sir,
rather late.

You must tell me
all about India.

But first,
might I have

a word, Isabella?
Of course, Papa.

In private,
if you don't mind.

Yes, well, let's go
to my office, then.

[George and Lucian chuckle]

♪

George: Tempers have cooled
a little, I hope.

Heh! Well, I--I don't
believe I ever lost mine.

Well, I got hot
under the collar...

but if you're expecting
an apology...

No, I...I'm not.

I'm not expecting you
to say sorry, Papa.

Good, because I'm not
so sure that I can.

Of course, you don't
need my permission

to divorce, Isabella.
You're right about that.

But that doesn't mean
that I'm not disappointed,

bitterly disappointed.

You know, when I worked
for my father as a lad,

I dreamt that my family
would one day amount

to something,
something more

than a sign above
a draper's shop.

And it did.

Papa,
you lent your name

to this large,
successful company,

and I have always been
so proud of it.

But no one looks down
their nose at you

when your girl is married
to a viscount.

Oh, no, no, no, Papa.
Please, not that again.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

It's not just my dreams

that I feel cheated out of.

It's my money as well.

I've invested in you,

Isabella, you...

and this hotel of yours.

And I've promised to pay
you back every penny.

So you go ahead,
by all means,

with this divorce
of yours.

But...if you do,

I shall expect
a repayment in full

within one month
of your decree nisi.

♪

[Footsteps retreating]

[Exhales sharply]

So what's he like,
this Virat?

Nowt like his brother.

What does that mean?
Well,

Mr. Sengupta is
a toff, isn't he?

Same as them upstairs,
but this other one seems

more like
a...normal...Indian,

if a foreigner can ever
be normal, that is.

♪

Betty: Well, Billy,
it's, uh, amazing

how quickly what
starts off as foreign

can come to feel
very familiar.

Hmm.
Right.

I'll have to take
your word for it.

♪

Hmm.

Alice: Really, Lucian,
you could have sent us

a message when you got
to the docks.

Well, the queue at the station
was half a mile long.

We do have
a telephone,
you know.

Hmm? I can never
remember the number.

Right.

Paola:
Oh, no, no, no.

Forgive me.

Alice:
Ah, Grandpapa, uh,

this is Mr. Sengupta.

Lucian: Virat is the, uh,
brother of a friend

of mine with whom I
served in the war.

Your brother took up
arms for the Empire,
Mr. Sengupta.

Virat: No...no,
his beliefs would
not permit it.

Er, he served
in the medical corps.

Lucian:
With great distinction.

Bella: Nish was
a guest at the hotel,

and, uh,
a very honored one,

as are you, Virat.

♪

Um...might I ask
for something else?

Really, Mother.

Oh, gosh.
How thoughtless of me.

I'm so sorry, Virat.

I'll--I'll ask the kitchen
to prepare something else.

I hate to make a fuss.
Bella: Nonsense.

I insist.

[Speaking Italian]

They ought to be used
to it by now,

but you're welcome
to a tomato while you wait.

Thank you. Heh!

Cecil: If you're going
down to the kitchen,

would you ask Salvatore
to give me a lift
to the station?

Cecil, your son's just
got back from India.

Do you not want
to spend a little bit
of time with him?

Well, I'll break bread
with the boy.

Couldn't you relegate
your beastly self-interests

to the back burner
for a few hours,
just this once?

It's your self-interests
I'm going into Genoa
to damn well serve!

I have an appointment
at the bank to discuss

the transfer of funds
from the sale
of some shares.

The sooner I can finalise
the details, the sooner I can
give you your blasted check.

But I haven't agreed
to anything yet.

What do you mean
you haven't agreed?

You told your father we
were getting divorced.
Yes,

but I haven't agreed
to your terms.

Oh, for God's sake, woman,

just write and sign
the damn thing.

[Footsteps retreating]

Bella: Oh, Betty,
I'm afraid

sausages won't do
for Mr. Sengupta.

Oh, does he not
like them?

Well, I should have guessed.
I think he's Hindu,

and they're encouraged
not to eat meat.

Do eggs count?
I can never remember.

I think eggs
should be fine.
Lovely.

Constance, there you are.

Would you mind helping
Paola on the terrace?

Billy would love
to help, ma'am, if--
if she can't manage.

I'd rather keep it to people
on the payroll for the moment.

Is it a problem?

Uh, no.
Not a problem at all.

Thank you.
Betty, have you

seen Salvatore anywhere?

He's just popped out, ma'am.
Ah, because Cecil

needed a lift
to the station.
Well,

I could do that
for you, ma'am.
I don't need paying.

You're very keen today.

Well, perhaps just
this once, unless

Salvatore returns
in 10 minutes or so.

That would be lovely.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

What?
The carriage.

That's his job.

His job?

He was only keeping
my seat warm, Ma.

Alice: Was your employer
very cross that you broke
your contract early?

Lucian: Uh, heh heh!
Put it this way,

I won't be expecting
a Christmas card.

Amelia: I still don't
understand what you
were doing there,

darling, traipsing
around the subcontinent

with this dreary man.
Lucian: Well,

I answered a small ad
in the "London Mail."

Uh, "Artist seeks
creative advisor

for an Indian adventure,"
which--heh!--

which sounds glorious
enough until you realize

that all he really wanted
was someone qualified

but impecunious that he
might boss around,

a glorified dogsbody.

Boss around? How?

[Sighs]

I was just mixing paints.
I was, um,

folding and unfolding
his easel, I was hanging

his, uh, canvases to dry
at the end of the day.

There was a little bit
of retouching work,

if I was lucky,
but more often than not,

it was just an awful lot
of ego-fluffing.

Alice:
What about Billy?

♪

Lucian?

No.
Um,

he was just a flunky.

He was, uh, doing
the washing and ironing.

He was, er, sweeping
out hotel rooms,

and boiling water.
He was happier to--

he was happier
to dump Beaumont
in Agra than I was.

George: Never heard
of an artist needing
an advisor.

Amelia: And I've never
heard of an artist

doing a painting tour
of India.

Well, there is talk
of an exhibition
of his watercolors

in, uh, in Whitechapel
when he's back.

Alice: Wonderful, so he
can blacken your name
around town then.

He could--he could
bad-mouth me

from the rooftop
of the Royal Academy,
for all I care.

♪

[Water running,
dishes clinking]

Betty: Oh, Salvatore,

got something for you...

fresh from the oven.

Salvatore:
Ahem.

What's that look for?

I'm trying to work
out what's going on

with you
and old Salvo.

Who says there's
anything going on?

Well, you seem keen
for him to keep my job.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]
You can tell me,
you know.

There's nothing to tell.
Oh, bollocks.

You mind your language,
Billy Scanlon.

Look, we've--we've spent
a lot of time together,

that's all, with you
being away in India.

Right, and?
And...

we've grown close,
I suppose.

Very close,
if what I saw

last night is
anything to go by.

♪

It was an engagement
party, Billy.

Who's engaged?

We are,
me and Salvatore.

To each other?
No,

to Charles Lindbergh
and Amelia Earhart,
you daft ha'p'orth.

You and Salvo are
getting married?

Yes, the third week
in December.

I can't believe you
never said owt, Ma!

Really? And how was I
supposed to do that?

Look, he--he--
he's a good man.

He's a good man.
He's--he's better than
your dad in some ways.

Well, that's not
saying much, is it?

Now, look,

you can either like it

or lump it or leave.

Don't tempt me.

♪

[Footsteps retreating]

Lucian: You know,
I could have brought back
any number of things

for you to experiment
with, had I known.

Were the markets
wonderful, darling?

Oh, they were--
they were unbelievable.

You know, so--so many
sights and smells,

and mountains of spices
and nuts and dried fruit

and--and every type of flower
and vegetable imaginable.

Oh, I'm so jealous
just thinking about it.

Oh, I'm only sorry
I was in such a rush.

Did--did you have
any luck with Nish?

Uh, Beaumont gave us
the day off in Bombay,

and, uh, rather than follow
Billy exploring the city,

I decided I would go
and search for Nish's parents

at the address that I
had been writing to.

And I found Mrs. Sengupta,
but in the end,

she hadn't heard from Nish
for even longer than I had.

What, two years?

Yes.
Oh, my goodness.

I would have gone
out of my mind.

Hmm. Well, that's when
I decided to come home.

Seems they didn't make it
across the border
to France after all.

Oh, darling,
you don't know that.

It just hurts me
to imagine Nish rotting

in a jail cell
somewhere in Italy.

No, no, no, but, darling,
if he was in prison,

Bruzzone would know
about it, so perhaps that's
where you need to start.

Yeah, well,
my Italian is rusty

to non-existent,
so possibly not.

I might know someone
who could help you
with that.

Well, at least
this all explains

why my letters to him went
unanswered for so long.

[Sighs]

And it also explains why
you've arrived home

in such an unhappy frame
of mind...

unless there's
something else, darling?

[Scoffs]

I was thinking...

that...well, perhaps

you should do something
in honor of Rose.

It might help bring you
some peace of mind.

Oh?

In the meantime,

perhaps you should do
something about this.

[Chuckles]
Oh, think there's

a bird nesting
in it somewhere.
Hmm.

Let Constance have
a go at it.

Um--heh!--no, I--I think
I'd much rather just go
to the village.

No, she'll be insulted.
She--she's a dab hand.

Mother.

♪

Keep still, will you?

Tickles.

[Giggles]

Stop wriggling,
Billy!

Even Tommy behaves
better than you.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]
Let me look.

Oh.
Oh.

You look
almost handsome.

You can work
miracles, then.

[Chuckles]
Look up.

[Footsteps approach]

Lucian: Uh...uh,
my--my mother asked

if you might...
do me as well.

♪

Billy: Uh...

careful, Mr. Ainsworth.

She's a devil
with those scissors.

Oh.
[Chuckles]

♪

Lucian: Uh, sorry.
She rather insisted.

♪

Um...

♪

Uh...

♪

[Sighs]

[Scissors snipping]

♪

[Thunder rumbling]

♪

[Distant dog barking]

♪

[Thunder rumbling]

[Distant barking continues]

♪

[Doorbell rings]

[Knocks on door]

♪

[Whispering]
Marco, I need
your help, please.

[Distant chatter]

♪

Bella: You don't think
it's suspicious

that they've just
disappeared?

Yes...

if what you tell me
about the bombing
in Turin is true.

Of course, it's true.

I saw their names
on the arrest warrant

when Danioni came
to search the hotel.

Yeah, well,
the fascists throw
around arrest warrants

like confetti.
Nish confessed

to Lucian.
Even so,
it's hard to credit.

An Indian doctor, a fighter
in the anti-fascist resistance.

I shouldn't have come.
This was a mistake.

No, no, no, no. No.

I'm...glad

you've asked
for my help.

It's just
a little translation.

On Lucian's behalf,
I know. I understand.

Perhaps I shouldn't
put you at risk.

You didn't even know
those boys.

I am happy to help...

really.

♪

[Whispers]
Yes, of course.

[Seagulls crying]

♪

[Sizzle, flames roar]

♪

[Metal clanks]

Lucian, are you taking
Virat into the village
for a look-around?

♪

Uh, possibly,
later on.

We're due to meet
someone first.

I, uh, I wouldn't
leave it too late.

[Scoffs]
Why not?

You trying
to get rid of us?
Tea?

Cecil: It gets
quite clammy, that's all,

even this time of year.

I'm used
to the heat, sir.

Oh, I'm sure, yes.
India, devilishly hot.

Was that tea
or coffee, sir?

Tea, please.

Virat: Um,

have you ever been
to India yourself, sir?

Me? God, no.

No, I've not
the stomach for it.

There you are.

Oh, God!

So sorry, sir.
I should get a cloth.

♪

Excuse me.

[Footsteps retreating]

♪

[Sighs]

[Water running]

♪

[Turns off water]
Constance.

Constance.

Constance!
Oh! Let go of me.

Not until you tell me what
the devil you're playing at.

I am not the one
that needs to explain
themselves.

Why are you behaving
like this, as if we are
complete strangers?

You told me
that we were cursed.

You told me you loved me.

Well, I maybe said
some things in the heat

of the moment,
got carried away,
things that I regret.

This was a mistake.

It was a fling.

♪

[Whispers]
Don't stir up what's
best left buried.

♪

[Footsteps retreating]

♪

[Insects chirping]

[Owl hooting]

[Knock on door]

Bella: Virat?
[Opens door]

You didn't come down
to dinner.

I hope Lucian sent
my apologies.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
I--I just--

well, I thought I should
check on you.

I am fine, ma'am,
just not very hungry.

Don't you dare
call me ma'am,

and don't you dare
pretend that you're
not absolutely starving.

You hardly ate anything
at breakfast.

I'm sorry...
Mrs. Ainsworth.

Uh, the truth is...

I didn't think I had
anything suitable to wear.

Oh, Virat.

[Chuckles]

We took Nish just
as we found him.

Take you on exactly
the same terms.

But I am not an educated man
like my brother,
Mrs. Ainsworth.

But your English
is perfect.

Oh.

Well, my father
expected us all

to work on our books.
Uh...

but he could only afford
to send Anish

to finish his schooling
in England

and to learn to be
a gentleman.

But you are a gentleman.

Would it...

[Sighs]
would it horrify
you to learn

that I am apprenticed
to a carpet seller?

Ah.

Would it horrify you
to learn

that my father worked
in a draper's shop?

You can feel that
my hands are rough.

Um...I am...

I'd be more at home sleeping
in the servants' quarters.

No, I won't hear
of it.

I've asked Paola
to make you up
a room of your own.

Oh, no, I beg you,
don't go to the trouble.

I insist upon it.
But I'm much happier

here like this.

Don't tell Lucian...

but...it reminds me

of being a child.

I used to sleep
in the same room as Anish.

Ah.

He made me feel safe.

♪

We are going to find him
for you, Virat.

I do hope so,

Mrs. Ainsworth.
[Chuckles]

♪

[Sighs]
Hmm.

[Chuckles]
How was that?

Ah.

[Sighs]
You should
try it some time.

It is lunacy living
so close to the sea and
barely dipping a toe in.

I just feel safer
on dry land.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

Is that what I
think it is?

Your amazing
body lotion.

Your skin's so beautiful,
I wouldn't imagine you had
any need of that.

It takes work to look
this good.

[Bella chuckles]

Seriously, though,
I swear by it.

Now you're just
teasing me.

I don't know what voodoo
you mix in here,

but this is
as good as it gets.

Good enough to pay for,
do you think?

Hell yeah, a pretty penny.

Would you be open
to...a proposal?

Depends what kind.

I mean
a business proposal.

The hotel not
keeping you busy?

Oh, no, I'm--
I'm run off my feet.

It's just I need to find
another source of income.

[Chuckles]
Well, I'm not dressed

for business, honey.

Come to Genoa with me.

We'll discuss it
over lunch.

It's a date.
[Chuckles]

♪

[Seagulls crying]

[Church bell tolling]

♪

Um...

♪

thank you for, um...

for agreeing
to come with me.

I was honored
to be asked.

This must all feel
rather strange for you.

Yeah.

Don't go in
for burials back home.

No. No, I can't imagine
I will, either.

When--when the time
comes, just scatter me

to the 4 winds
and have done.

But it does feel...

strangely comforting

to have somewhere here
to commune with her.

Did you love her
very much?

Oh, not nearly enough.

It was, um...
it was, I suppose,

what you would call
an arranged marriage.

I--I spent the whole
6 months that I had

with her thinking...

about someone else.

Did this...
somebody else know that?

Well, she knew.

But--but, um,
after Rose died,

it--it became...
rather difficult.

We were so paralyzed
by grief, we couldn't

imagine a future
together.

Must tell her
how you feel.

♪

It's rather easier
said than done.

♪

Someone's keen
to get going.

Someone's got a lot
to talk about.

God, we're gonna
have fun.

I can't afford
to be frivolous.

My father has threatened
to call in his loan

to me if I go ahead
with the divorce.

Oh, honey.
I may have to choose

between selling
the hotel and staying
married to Cecil

unless I can find
another way to raise
some money.

I can talk business
with the best of them,
Bella Ainsworth,

but I like to do it
on neutral ground.

♪

Come in.
Very well.

♪

[Car engine revs]

♪

[Man on phone speaking
indistinctly]

Uh, Centralino?

Uh, yes, uh,
Santa Margherita.

Uno sei quattro,
per favore.

Yes, yes, I'll wait.

♪

Hello, Danioni?

Is that you?

If you really have
to come to the hotel,

now would be a good time.

[Door closes]

Well?

He says he took over
the practice

from Gianluca's father
almost a year ago.

Well, does he know
how to contact him?

Bruzzone is dead.

Dead?

Pastorino has written
to the family

with his condolences.

[Scoffs]

Well, he's
written where?

To a little town
near Piacenza.

And does he expect
to hear from them?

Yes, but it may not
be for many weeks.

This is such
a waste of time.

I'm sorry
you think so.

Oh, no. I'm sorry,
Mr. Bonacini. I--

You can call me Marco.

Look, I didn't mean
to denigrate your help.

It just seems that
the last hope we had
of finding Nish

just died
with Signor Bruzzone.

♪

[Car door closes]

Danioni: Lord Heddon.

I'd like to introduce
my wife, Letizia.

♪

[Quietly]
This is not what we
agreed to, Danioni.

Oh, you know, she's
long been curious

to see how
the English live.

My wife could come
back at any moment.

Yeah, be a gentleman.

Show her the hotel,
give her lunch.

It's off-season.
The kitchen is closed.

Then open it.

I'll only talk business
after we've eaten.

[Chuckles]

Eh?
Sì.

♪

Hey, Billy, you want
to come into town?

What for?

We need things
for the kitchen.

There are guests
for lunch.

Can't you ride a bike
on your own?

[Sighs]

Hey, Billy,
we must talk,

get to know each other
for your mother's sake.

For your sake,
more likely.

Billy, I didn't steal
your job.

You left it,
remember?

And I suppose I just left
my mother just...

lying around and all,
did I?

♪

[Distant surf crashing]

♪

♪

♪

Amelia: Will you pour
one for me, Papa?

[Glass clinking]

George: I need a stiff drink
after my talk

with your sister
this morning.

Amelia: You meant it,
then, about the loan?

George: Doesn't matter
whether I meant it.

What matters is she
believes it.

There's only one way
she can raise

that kind of money
at short notice.

She'll have to sell
the hotel.

That should bring her
to her senses.

[Glasses clinking]

♪

Can I help you?

Lord Heddon,
we were waiting.

Pardon me. Shall we?

♪

[Sighs]

♪

Bella: I want you
to try this one.

Ooh...I could grease
Lulu's engine with it.

And this one says
"Attar of Roses"
on the label.

More like
Sultan's harem.

I see your point.

Grazie, Signora.
Prego.

There's hundreds more
like this, all smelling

and feeling as if they've
been made by someone

who's never actually tried
their own products.

By men, you mean.

What exactly is
your proposal?

Well...

you mentioned that
the head of cosmetics

at the fashion house was
coming to your launch party.

I wondered whether
we might pitch him

the idea of manufacturing
my lotion at scale,

and perhaps even
the bath oil,

shampoo, soap?

As long as it's
the same quality...

and marketed
under my name.

Is the use of your name
negotiable?

Well, everything's
negotiable.

Well, in that case,
we'd better sort this out

before we move on
any further.

You won't get far
without my contacts

and my name recognition.

Or my products.

Which so far has
a clientele of one.

Hmm.

70/30.

In my favor?

[Chuckles]

All right...

60/40, then.

Yes, I could settle
for 60.

[Chuckles]

50/50 has
a nice ring to it.

Oh...

maybe for you,
but I much prefer 60.

♪

[Chuckles]

Geez, I may need
a drink after that.

Well, drinks are on me.
Whew.

[Giggles]

Cecil: Shall we get
down to business?

Our friends in Detroit
would like to invest more

in your stock market
portfolio.

Oh, yes?

To the tune of what?

I would say
an extra $1 million.

[Clears throat]

[Cecil and Letizia
chuckle]

But of course,
before they commit

to this new vote
of confidence,

they seek reassurance.

Well, it's all
perfectly above board.

They read
the financial pages.

The market's
been bumpy, I grant you,

but it's bounced back.
It always does.

You can tell our friends
that putting their money

into Wall Street is
as close to a sure thing

as they're going
to get.

Stop being
a superstitious peasant.

This is
the 20th century.

[Chuckles]

♪

Listen, I don't trust
the stock market any more

than I trust you,
Signor Ainsworth.

♪

Per favore.

[Chuckles,
speaks Italian]

♪

Grazie.

[Vincenzo chuckles]

So, regarding
our whiskey business,

my circumstances have changed,
as well my expectations.

Right. Heh!

Mm-hmm.
And, um,

do you have a figure?

Might help my poor
old brain comprehend

the precise degree
of change involved.

Sure. 40.

40?

Mm-hmm.
40% of our whiskey profits?

[Letizia and Cecil
chuckle]

After the kickback
to Detroit,

that leaves me
with a measly 10.

You're only a middleman.

So are you.
Could be, but one of us

is more easily dispensed with
than the other, hmm?

♪

♪

♪

[Distant waves crashing]

Alice: Why did it have
to be horses?

Men and their toys,
darling.

But horses.
I can't abide horses.

You sound like a case
for Dr. Freud.

Oh, no need
for a shrink.

I fell off one, age 7,
Boxing Day hunt.

Oh, I don't
remember that.

Father was keen not to make
a big deal out of it, said

there was no such thing
as a bruised spine.

Take it as a sign,
darling.

Sign of what?

A sign that you're
not cut out

for the life
of a farmer's wife.

Nobody looks
their best knee-deep
in horse dung.

Come back to London
with me.

You live in Halifax.

I'll need a pied-à-terre
in town when I take over
Papa's business.

You'll be beating men off
with a stick now you're
a right honorable.

Let me think about it.

If the alternative is
wasting your best years

as your mother's
dogsbody, darling,

what's there
to think about?

♪

[Distant chatter
and laughter]

What's that?

Constance: Ha ha ha!

Goodness.
You're still serving lunch?

Oh, just finishing now,
Mrs. Ainsworth.

I do hope my father's
not being a nuisance.

Oh, no, ma'am.
Mr. Livesey ate hours ago.

It's Lord Heddon
and his guest,
Signor Danioni.

Hmm.

♪

[Distant chatter]

♪

What an honor.
Lady Heddon.

Bella:
Signora Ainsworth will do.

Vincenzo: This is
my wife, Letizia.

She speaks no English,
I'm afraid.

And I need to speak
some English to my husband,

so if you'll excuse us
for a moment.

Vincenzo:
Of course, of course.

You must have
a great deal to discuss

if what I hear
about the hotel

being put up
for sale is true.

♪

[Footsteps retreating]

♪

[Both speak Italian]

♪

[Sighs]

♪

How could Danioni know
about selling the hotel?

Look, Danioni
must be fishing.
It's what he does.

No, Cecil.
He knows something.

Knows something
about what?

My father has threatened
to call in his loan to me

if we go ahead
with the divorce.

[Scoffs]
Well, that's
a rotten trick.

Claudine is
the only person
I've so much

as mentioned this to,
and she's been with me
all the time.

I will not sell
to that man.

All right.

Um...well, let me
make a suggestion.

Why don't I pay you
all 100,000

of the divorce
settlement up front

in return
for that affidavit?

That way, you can pay
back your father,

keep the hotel, and tell

that cocksure
little bastard
to mind his own business.

Where's the catch?

[Scoffs]

There isn't one.

There's always a catch
with you, Cecil.

[Letizia and Vincenzo chuckling
and chatting in Italian]

♪

Yes, yes.

♪

Oh, how extraordinary.

It's exactly like the one
your mother left you.

♪

I'll be damned.

Signora?

[Letizia and Vincenzo
speaking Italian]

What did you say
to her?

[Car engine revs, doors close]

♪

Bella.

Bella.

[Door opens]

What the devil
is going on?

Bella.

Would you mind explaining
how your precious heirloom

comes to be in the possession
of that bloody man's wife?

I have more important
business to attend to.

♪

[Seagulls crying, waves lapping]

You have
a lot of lavender.

Bella: Yes, we had
a very good harvest

last year,
but it's, um,

everything else
I'm running
rather low on.

Like what?
Oh, lye

for soap and all
of my essential oils.

I was going to make
another batch
during the winter

for when we open
next season.

We've got 6 days.

And we can help,
ma'am.

Yes, but without
the proper equipment,

it takes
so much longer.

Paola: Maybe we can go
to the farmacia in the town.

They will have
everything you need.

Well, that's rather
presumptuous, isn't it?

Sì, but Constance
knows Vito.

If it's her who asks him,
he will say yes.

Bella: Ah.
Claudine:
Sounds like Constance

has Vito eating out
of the palm of her hand.

No, no, I've--I've only
spoken to him a few times.

Bella: Well,
do you know him

well enough
to ask him, perhaps?

Uh, maybe.
He can only say no.

Well, then, perhaps
it's worth a try.

Hmm.

♪

[Distant chatter and laughter]

[Knock on door]

[Church bell tolling]

♪

[Chuckles]
I wondered when I
might see you.

You left the party
so quickly.

Uh, Betty was in shock.

Please.

Thank you.

♪

This way.

♪

So, will it do?

[Chuckles]

Vito, it's...

it's immaculate.

I almost feel bad
for asking.

Please, tell
Mrs. Ainsworth

that nothing could
make me happier.

Won't it be
an awful imposition?

I'll find a way
to work around you.

And you're sure I'm not
taking advantage?

Not at all.

[Footsteps approach]

At a loose end, Billy?
[Coughs]

Sorry.
Seems that way, yes,
Mrs. Mays-Smith.

Perhaps you could help me
with something, then.

You know...horses,
don't you?

Worked with them
all me life, ma'am.

Do you think you could
teach me how to ride one?

I would reimburse you,
of course.

Eyes shut
and bareback, ma'am.

Sidesaddle and canter
will do, thank you, Billy.

I'll have you galloping
in no time.

Well...there will be
a little extra if you do.

Hmm.

♪

[Footsteps retreat]

♪

[Footsteps, door opens]

Can I just--
No, leave him be.

He's napping.

I'll bring him down
for a drink before dinner.

Well, I...

I suppose you
agree with him,
that I should stay

married to Cecil
and just accept
my lot.

Would it really
be so bad?

Yes.
Then what's
your alternative?

You know what
my alternative is.

So...

could you find a buyer?

Well...

there's
a French businessman
who's interested,

but Amelia, that's
not the point.

I don't want to sell.

Then hope he has
a change of heart.

Well, do you think
he might?

Don't bet
your precious hotel on it.

♪

[Door closes]

[Surf crashing]

♪

Still magic
in the old place.

♪

Well, drink your fill.

It may be the last time
you see it.

♪

I am ready to give you
what you want.

♪

[Drawer closes]

♪

[Pen scrawling]

You first.

Not until you explain
to me what happened

with your mother's ring.

Were you ever going
to tell me?

That I was blackmailed
by Danioni?

I hardly think so.
Blackmailed?

Over what?

He intercepted
my letters.

To--to Bowater?

He...threatened
to make a fuss, so...

[Breathing shakily]
And--and you paid him?

I gave him
a little bit of money

and then, when that
wasn't enough, I...

I had to give him
my mother's ring.

Oh, Bella, Bella,
Bella, Bella, Bella.

I don't think I'll ever
be able to wear this again.

Too many bad memories.

[Sighs]

Then we have Danioni
to thank for the breakup
of our marriage.

I think we have ourselves
to thank for that.

If he hadn't given me
your letter,

I would never have lost
my temper like that.

Well...
what's done is done.

Doesn't have to be.

Cecil.

Well, for what
it's worth...

I'm sorry.

[Distant arguing]

Woman:
I need a room,
and that is that!

What's that?
Alice: ...private function.

How many times do I
have to tell you?

Please, call
Lord Heddon immediately!
No!

Bella: What seems to be
the problem, darling?

I'm trying to explain
that we are closed
for a private function.

And I've tried
to explain that we simply
must be accommodated.

I'm terribly sorry, miss.
I didn't catch your name.

Cecil: Nellie?
Nellie: Cee-Cee.

Bella:
You're Nellie?

What the devil
are you doing here?

I've come back early
to show you this.
What?

We got talking
to an Englishman
at the Palazzo Vecchio.

He'd flown in from London
the previous day.

What is it, Cecil?

♪

George: What's all
the fuss about?

Alice: What?

I think--I think you're going
to want to read this.

♪

George: It can't be.

I'm afraid it can.

What about
our money?

My money?

It looks like we've
dropped a bundle.

♪

[Newspaper drops]
George?

[Inhales sharply]
Papa?

George? George?
Papa?

[Wheezing]
Aah!

Lie him down!
D-darling, quickly!

Get an ambulance!
Amelia: Papa?

[Crying]
[George gasping]

♪

Bella: Darling.
Amelia: Papa!

Call the doctor.
Papa! Papa!

Papa!
[Bella speaks indistinctly]

Oh, Papa!
Papa! Papa!

♪

[Wheezing]
Oh, Papa!

♪

[Zoom lens clicking]