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Looks like
Pete's made a new friend.

So when am I gonna meet
your new boyfriend--

the criminal?

First off,
his name's Nolan.

Second, he's not my boyfriend.

Dad, I can dance
on my own two feet, you know?

Just humor me, okay?

Just pretend like
you still need me around.

No one ever talks
about how hard it is

to raise a divorced parent.

Hi, Betty.

Um, why'd you--?

Why does
Milo keep staring at me?

Because!

He's got--

Hey, I got an idea.

Why don't we start figuring out

which shows you want to see
on Broadway this fall,

'cause I got a guy
who's got great seats.

I'll have to talk to Mom first.

We'll probably
be moving by then.

Moving?

What?

You just said "moving".

No, I didn't.

Well, I mean, I did,
but I didn't mean "moving".

I meant--

Betty.

Don't tell Mom
I said anything, okay?

She was waiting
for the right time to tell you.

Right time to tell me what?

About Italy.

Ooh!

I had a feeling we were gonna
get to Italy sooner or later.

And I imagine there's a story
to go along with this.

Yes.

There's a love story, too--

about Jackson.

Oh, the guy with a daughter.

...And his ex-wife, Tricia.

Her mother.

Right.

She was in the military.

They gave her
a big promotion,

and they sent her
and their daughter, Betty,

overseas.

And this all has
something to do with

why you ran away
from your own wedding today?

Hide!

Are they gone?

All clear.

I wanna help you.

Okay? I do.

But you really need
to start telling me the truth.

Just why are you hiding
from the groomsmen?

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The only way any of this
is gonna make sense to you

is if I tell you
Jackson's story, too.

Well...
that's fine and all,

but I gotta open the bar
sometime,

so let's get to it.

His ex-wife
and daughter moved to Italy?

A little place on the coast
called Sperlonga.

What does that have to do
with your wedding?

Well, I guess it starts
with a guy eating soup.

Does he do anything else?

He doesn't need to.

He goes online every morning
and eats soup.

With our help, he can become
a major social media influencer.

Watch the numbers.

Watching.

Yes!

That's what I'm talking about,
right there.

So you think
we should sign him?

Already done.

Six months contract
with an option to renew.

We're gonna make a fortune
with this guy.

Wonderful.

Nice job, Nando.

-Thank you, boss.
-Killing it.

Killin' it.

And you didn't even
have to lift a finger.

Yeah, you guys are killing it
over there, Jacks.

Yeah, never been busier.

We got clients coming in,
deals being done.

It's a great time
for the company.

Don't sound so excited.

You know, when normal people
get successful,

they smile...

sometimes, even laugh!

It just feels like...

it's all kinda happening

without me
actually doing anything.

And this is bad, because--?

Because,

when I started in this business,
it was a challenge.

Every-- every contract,
every meeting,

there was kind of a thrill,
but now...

Are you saying
the thrill is gone?

I know how it sounds.

I just look at you guys.

Look what you've done
with your lives.

I don't know.

Maybe I need a new goal.

Like a new adventure?

Are you finally gonna go
hang-gliding with me?

Yes?

No.

I'm talking about a goal.

Look, not to put a damper

on your existential crisis,
or anything,

but you and Trish have been
divorced, what,

six years now?

You could always
try dating again.

That ship has sailed.

That's what we thought.

But look at us--

we both got ourselves married
inside a year.

And I have never seen
either one of you happier.

But, honestly,
I've been there...

done that,

and not very well.

What are you talking about?

You and Trish just grew apart,
that's all.

Yeah. No harm, no foul.

Oh, speaking of.

That's Trish.

I'll be right back.

Hey. How's Italy?

Very Italian.

How are you?

Oh, you know--

making people famous
for doing things

our parents told us
not to do in public.

How's Betty?

Well, that's why I'm calling,
actually.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing!

We're fine.

She's learning Italian
faster than I am.

But, um, they want me to oversee

a fresh-water project
the government's doing in Kenya.

I'd be gone for a month.

You don't even have to ask.

I would love

for Betty to come stay with me
while you're gone.

Great!

I feel bad for taking her
out of school here,

but I don't know any other way.

Trish.

I got a better idea.

You made it. Great.

Now, are you really

going to forget about work
for a while

and just enjoy Italy?

You got the reuse contract
from the cat-video lady?

100%. She signed this morning.

And the guy
who burps "Bohemian Rhapsody"--

is he renewing?
-We're having lunch today.

I'll have the deal done
by end of business.

Right.
Well, what about the, uh--

Jackson, relax!
I've got this.

Everything's under control.

The business isn't going
to fall apart without you.

I know that.

I do. I think.

It's just...

taking some getting used to,
I guess.

Don't worry about a thing.

You're where you need to be.

You're right, you're right.

Italy is exactly
where I need to be.

Whoa!

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

No!

You almost gave me heart attack!
Watch where you're going.

Maybe you could look both ways
before you cross the street.

And maybe you shouldn't
be on your phone

when you're behind
the wheel of a car.

I was dealing

with a very important situation
back in the States.

Why do Americans
spend so much time worrying

about what's happening
everywhere else

but where they are?

That's kind of
a sweeping generalization,

don't you think?

Well, you didn't
prove me wrong.

In Italy,
we live in the moment.

And we try not
to hit pedestrians.

Gabriella! Language.

What language, Mama?

I was almost hit by a car.

What?

Yes! Some tourist, of course.

Paying more attention
to his phone than the road.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Can you believe
he actually tried to convince me

it was my fault?

Oh, you spoke with him?

A little bit.

And, uh, what did
you talk about?

Nothing, Mama.
He had an attitude.

You could see it in his eyes.

And what color were they?

-What?
-His eyes.

I think hazel.

It doesn't matter
what color they were, Mama!

He could have run me over.

But he didn't. Oh.

These are the papers
you asked me to sign.

Brava.

Now I just need
to get Papa's signature.

I still don't understand
why we're doing this.

Told you, Mama--
it's a business merger.

It's to bring together
our restaurant

and Papa's vineyards,

so we can get a loan
from the bank.

Yes, but why do we need
a loan from the bank?

We're doing fine.

We could do better.

We could fix the kitchen,
get new tiles for the floor.

And, maybe, I can help
Papa expand his vineyard--

do tours
or wine tastings.

My daughter--
so ambitious!

But Lorenzo
is a very proud man.

He will never agree to this.

Well, maybe if
you talk to him about it.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

You know, your father and I
have an agreement.

I don't talk to him.
He doesn't talk to me.

We all live happily ever after.

If you want him
to sign these papers,

it's up to you.

Hi! You made it.

Couldn't get here fast enough.

Oh, ho, ho.

Okay.

When does she get off school?

In an hour.

I've left instructions
all over the house--

-Okay.
-...So you shouldn't

have any trouble
figuring things out.

But, if you have any problems,
just call the landlord.

This is their number.

Okay, great.

Aww.

Still make the shelf, huh?

Always will.

How are you doing,
anyways?

Great.

The business just had
its best year ever.

Got more clients
than we can handle.

I meant you.

How are you doing?

Me?

I'm good, yeah.

You seeing anybody?

No.

I've got enough going on
these days as it is.

I barely have time for myself.

You know what?

Why don't I head down
to Betty's school early?

That way, I can, uh,
surprise her when she gets out.

She would love that. Yeah.

Okay, good.
Text me the directions.

Jackson!

Yeah?

Um...

She's 14 now.

She's been doing
a lot of growing up lately.

I know.

I understand.

Still my little girl.

Did you come here
to finish the job?

Oh, good.
I said I was sorry.

Oh, so now you admit
it was your fault?

Okay, fine. My fault.

Happy?

Very! How can I help you?

I was wondering if I could
get a cappuccino to go, please.

We don't do "to go".

Okay. Great.

Then I'll just drink it here,
I guess.

A cappuccino?

-Yeah.
-Right now?

Yes.

You have a rule
against that?

Not officially, no, but...

cappuccino's for the morning,
not the afternoon.

It's the Italian way.

Okay.
This has been fun.

Never mind.

I gotta go pick up my daughter
from school.

Bye-bye.

-Ciao.
-Yeah.

Scusi?

Cappuccino...

to go.

That's a to-go cup?

No, but you can
use your imagination.

Okay. Yeah.

Bring it back tomorrow.

Sure.

How much do I owe ya?

It's on the house.
Welcome to Sperlonga.

Thank you.

Um... grazie.

Prego.

You were right.

About what?

His eyes.

They are hazel.

Mama.

Betty.

Dad!

When did you get here?

Oh, a little while ago.

I thought I'd come
and walk you home from school.

Dad, this is
my friend, Alessia.

Alessia, this is my dad.

Nice to meet you, Alessia.

Uh, you drink cappuccino
in the afternoon?

Yeah.

Sweetheart,
listen to your Italian.

You are incredible.

Grazie, Papa.

Then the day came
that Tricia had to leave.

I'll miss you, sweetie.

So, now it was
Jackson and Betty on their own.

Okay, I'll be good.

She'll be all right.
Just call us when you arrive.

I know.

Bye! We love you!

We love you.

It's gonna be okay.

And how did that go?

Okay...

Actually, surprisingly well...

- Me and you.
- Can we get a dog now?

...until Jackson
tried to use the stove.

Thing is,
nothing really happened.

She stepped out in front
of my car,

I hit the brakes--
no problem.

And then she starts
yelling at me,

and later, at the restaurant,

she wouldn't even
serve me a cappuccino.

Well...

at least at first.

The nerve!

Thought people in small towns
are supposed to be friendly.

I think they are.

Unless you're trying
to run them over with your car.

Okay.

I'll get it.

Well...

there are
other restaurants in town.

I'm sure I can figure out
a way to avoid her.

Yeah, but are you sure

you want to?

Why would you say that?

Because you haven't
stopped talking about her

since we got online.

Okay, I gotta go.

Guy's here to fix the stove.

Ciao!

Nice. Ciao.

Thanks for coming so quick.

Yeah, I just can't seem
to figure out

what the problem is.

What are you doing here?

I'm staying here--
taking care of my daughter.

What are you doing here?

My family owns this house.

I guess that makes me--
how do you say?

Your landlord.

So, the one person
in Sperlonga

Jackson doesn't wanna see--

...Turns out to be the owner
of the house he's living in.

That's gotta be awkward!

Not at first.

There. All better.

What, exactly, did you do?

Oh, it was a very complicated
repair procedure.

I lit the pilot light.

I could've done that.

So why didn't you, Dad?

Don't you have homework to do?

They don't give us homework
in Italy.

What?

You know, we have
an excellent farmer's market

here in Sperlonga.

I go there every week,
and the tomatoes are very fresh.

We happen to love
our canned tomatoes.

Don't we, buddy?

Whatever you say, Dad.

There's nothing wrong
with canned tomatoes,

but you have to add
some sugar to them

to make the flavor
really come to life.

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you for your help,
uh...?

"Gabriella."

And you're Jackson.

You have my number
in case you need anything else.

Ciao, Betty!

Ciao.

Goodbye, Jackson.

Dad, you didn't tell me
you knew our landlady.

I don't.
Not exactly.

And you...

...could've had my back on
the whole canned-tomato thing.

My dad.

Betty! Hey!

Wait. Your dad
waits for you here?

Yes. Every day.

Well, okay.

See you tomorrow, Betty.

-Hey.
-Hi, Dad.

Who's that?

That's Gio.

-Gio?
-Yes, Dad.

Before you say anything,
he's just a friend from school.

I didn't say anything.

Ciao!

What a lovely young lady.

Alessia was right.

Betty had to do something.

But what?

This is
their restaurant website.

Gabriella and her mother
did it all by themselves.

Well, I'm gonna be honest here.

These photographs,
they're not great.

But at least
you can't read the fonts,

so you don't see
the spelling errors.

Um, layout's a bit of a mess.

No wonder
they're not getting any traffic.

Yeah.

What do you think?

Well, I think Gabriella should
probably leave social media

to a professional.

Great. Thanks, Dad!

I knew you'd do it.

Do what?

Help Gabriella
with her web page.

Nope. Didn't say that.

Come on. Dad.
She's a really good person.

She volunteers at the school.

She gives free food
to the firefighters.

Plus, she's
an excellent landlady.

I mean, who else would
come all the way to our house

at night,

just to show you
how to use a lighter?

I know how to use a lighter.

If you won't do it
for Gabriella,

will you at least
do it for me?

Your first-born child?
Your only child!

Your only child
who's been torn from your arms

and now lives
thousands of miles away,

in a completely
different country?

Please?

Jackson wasn't sure about this.

After all,
it was a big step.

He hadn't come to Italy

with the intention
of meeting anybody.

Although Jackson

was trying to stay focused
on Betty...

...there were
those canned tomatoes.

Turned out...

Gabriella was right.

So Jackson decided to do
what he did best...

-I like it.
-You like it?

Yes.

...he rebranded everything,

from the food
to the restaurant.

He even managed to rebrand
the family history.

It was all going very well,
until--

Where did you get that?

Found it online.

Some old article in a paper.

What do you think?

I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

Gabriella. Wait.

Okay, hold on.

Wait. What's wrong?

What's wrong?

The fact that you even
asked me that question

tells me
that you know nothing about me.

Or Italy,
for that matter.

Here, we value
truth and honesty.

The-the real things
that are important in life.

Not this fake fantasy world
of yours.

Okay. First of all,
it's not my world.

It's just social media.

And, unfortunately,
in this day and age,

for any business...

image is kind of
all that matters.

Well, it doesn't matter to me.

And if it does to you,
then, I'm sorry,

but we have nothing left
to say to each other.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have
a whole restaurant to run.

A real restaurant.

...social media...

I don't get it.

Jackson went
to all that trouble,

having Gabriella's
website redesigned,

and then she kicks him
out of the restaurant?

What's her problem?

That's what
Jackson wondered, too.

But he decided
not to let it bother him.

After all, he had Betty
to take care of

and a whole town in Italy
to explore.

But then,
there were the canned tomatoes.

Wait.

The canned tomatoes show up
in the story again?

Well, actually...

they don't show up.

He couldn't find any
in the cupboard...

and that changed everything.

You can have that one.

No, no, you take it.

You're the professional.

I'm sure you could use it
more than I can.

There are others.

Okay.

Grazie.

You ended up
buying fresh tomatoes after all.

Unrelated
to our conversation--

I decided it was time
to expand my vegetable horizon.

Actually...

tomato's a fruit.

Okay.

Whatever it is,
I ran out of the canned ones.

Thank you.
Oh, sorry. Apologies.

Busy today.

Yeah, it is.

It's like
the whole town is here.

Doesn't anybody work
in Sperlonga?

Oh, they work.

But work does not come first.

There's a balance,
you know?

You must have life.
You must have love.

And then you have work.

That does sound nice.

I guess I've still got a lot
to learn about the Italian way.

Su conto.

Grazie.

-Gabriella, I'm sorry--
-Jackson, I'm sorry--

You first.

No. Please.

I didn't mean to insult you.

Or the whole country,
for that matter.

I thought
I was doing a nice thing,

but I guess I wasn't,
and I apologize.

I apologize to you,

because
you did do a nice thing,

and you were
just trying to help me,

and our restaurant,

and I overreacted.

You forgive me?

Only if you forgive me.

I don't know what that was,
but I loved every second of it.

"It's a deal."

Okay, it's a deal.

So, how long have
you owned the restaurant?

Oh, it's not mine.

It's my mother's.

She and my father
used to own it together,

and a vineyard--
just outside town.

But, there were
a few bad years,

and they fought too much--

about money, mostly.

So they got a divorce.

And now, she has the restaurant,
and he has the vineyard,

and they never speak.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That's too bad.

Grazie.

My dream

is to bring the two businesses
back together.

I've already hired a lawyer,

and I'm working
on getting a loan, but--

But?

The reason
I got so upset with you

was because that photograph

reminded me
of what happened to my family--

to my parents--

and how stubborn
my father can be.

Well, I apologize.

I didn't mean to bring up
feelings for you.

It's not your fault.

Papa is just impossible.

I don't know what to do.

Well, I guess this is ciao.

Ciao can mean "hello"
or "goodbye".

Is that right?

But, if you want to say
a "goodbye,"

that means something more--
like, a more serious goodbye--

then you say arrivederci.

I'll keep that in mind.

Thank you... for today.

I'll get this bag back to you
as soon as I can.

You may keep it.

A souvenir
of our day at the market.

I will cherish it always.

May I ask a favor?

Sure. Yeah.

I would like
to make dinner for you.

You and Betty.

As an apology
for the other day.

You don't have to do that.

I want to.

Besides,

you can't live
on canned tomatoes forever.

I thought
you fixed the problem?

I thought I did.

Dad, you know you don't have
to do this every day.

I was--

I was in the neighborhood.

Come on,
we need to talk.

Dinner?

With Gabriella?

Yeah. I told her I needed
to talk it over with you first,

just in case it made you
feel uncomfortable.

Why would
it make me uncomfortable?

Because I'm your father.

I'm also a guest
in your mother's house.

Having somebody over
might be awkward for you.

Well, are you saying
this is a date?

No. No, no.

Absolutely not.

This is a friend.

Who's a chef,

who's coming over
to make us dinner.

What do you think?

Well...

a child's teenage years
can be the most difficult

whilst processing
the trauma of divorce.

As your daughter,

I'm willing to accept
this challenge will not be easy.

Somehow...

I will rise above.

Very nice.

Is that a yes?

Three, two, one...

we have lift-off.

-Well done, Dad.
-Thank you.

And it took you
only three clicks this time.

Okay--

Now let's see
if you can boil water.

It's on my resume.

And don't forget
to add a palm full of salt.

My father says pasta water
should be "as salty as the sea."

I'll set the table.

I think some of Mom's good stuff
is still in one of the boxes.

Your daughter
is a lovely young lady.

Yeah.

-You must be very proud.
-I am.

Trish and I have done our best
to try to be good parents.

I think
you have succeeded.

Thank you.

Yeah.

We do it together.

When our marriage ended,

we discovered that we were
better off as friends.

So we try our best
to maintain a good relationship

so that we can raise Betty

with the same level
of love and commitment.

Betty's very lucky
to have you as a father.

Oh, I'm lucky to have her.

Fathers and daughters
can be a...

a very complicated thing.

Thanks for my car.

It almost ran me over
in the store.

-Okay--
-It made me think of you.

What's wrong? "Cutie"?

-Oh, you're speaking Italian.
-Yes.

Here, watch out,
the stove is still on.

You okay?
Did you burn yourself?

No. Did you?

No. I'm okay.

Found them--

Yeah, the plates. Um...

Why don't you go and get set up,
and we'll, uh...

Start over again?

Yeah.
We'll start over again.

That was amazing.

I do not think I'll be able
to eat again until December.

Actually, we have
a wonderful dinner

at the restaurant
for La Vigilia,

which is Christmas Eve.

I can save you a table
if you'd like.

Will I have to boil water?

You're pretty good at it, Dad.

You know, once you got
the hang of it.

Thank you.

I had an excellent teacher.

Actually, I'm the one
who should be thanking you--

both of you--

for letting me share
this evening with you.

It meant a lot to us, too.

Okay.

Oh, no, wait! Selfie time.

Of course.

A little closer.

Yeah. How's that?

Closer.

Okay.

At first, it looked like

she got Jackson and Gabriella
together,

which meant
he now had a friend,

which also meant

that he wouldn't be
following her back and forth

-to school every day...
-Stay.

I'll, uh, get the plates.

...at least,
that's what she thought.

Hey, Dad.

I found
the canned tomatoes.

The canned tomatoes again?

I told you--
they change everything.

When her original scheme

to get Jackson
and Gabriella together

didn't work out,

Betty had to go to Plan B.

And what was "Plan B"?

She hid the canned tomatoes.

It was the only way
she could think of

to get Jackson
to go to the farmer's market.

She figured it would
only be a matter of time.

Of course,

Gabriella didn't know about
any of this at all,

so when she asked Jackson
if she could make them dinner,

it was actually her idea.

You mean Gabriella really was
interested in Jackson?

So, obviously,
he had to take evasive action.

Like what?

Wait!
What did Betty do?

She's been

trying to set me up with
Gabriella from the restaurant.

The one you almost ran over
with your car?

We've moved on from that,
but yeah.

-So, what's wrong?
- "What's wrong"

is that, uh, I am not
looking for a relationship.

Besides,

I leave here
at the end of the month.

I do not want
to give Gabriella the impression

that I am interested in her.

But you are, aren't you?

That's not the point.
The point is--

You are interested in her!

The point is,

I just can't do this
right now, okay?

I came to Italy
to look after my daughter,

and maybe figure
a few things out.

I did not come here
to fall in love.

So what
do you want us to do?

We've already talked
about it,

and I think she understands,

but if Betty calls you--

which...
I know she will--

just tell her

no more trying to fix me up.

Gabriella or anybody.

Absolutely.

100%.

Okay.

I gotta go.

What are you thinking?

Exactly what you're thinking.

Ee!

-Ciao.
-Ciao. Hi.

Looks good.

We always decorate
for the festival.

That's great.
Um, Gabriella--

Do you know
Il Illusionista ?

No, I don't, but--

It means "The Conjurer".
It's a very well-known opera.

It was written right here
in Sperlonga,

almost 200 years ago.

It was first performed
in the piazza right over there.

Isn't that something?

Each year,
for the anniversary,

we have a festival.

So we all dress up in costumes
and masks from the opera.

There's food and dancing,
and wine.

You will come, yes?

Actually, we need to talk.

Okay.
We can talk while you help.

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

Look, there's something
I need to tell ya.

That sounds very serious.

It is.
It is to me.

Um...

i-it's about

our, um-- our situation--
this situation.

Wh-What do you mean
"situation"?

What am I even saying?

You know what?
Forget this.

What I mean is "us"--

Just like in the movies.

I don't watch
a lot of movies. Um...

Is there something wrong,
Jackson?

Yeah. Yeah, something is wrong.

Um... it's about when
you made dinner the other night.

Okay. You didn't like it?

No! No. I loved it--

it was one of the best meals
I've ever had--

but we can never do it again.

I can make lunch?

No. I mean, um...

anything.

You and me,
we can never do...

anything again.

I'm sorry.

I know this probably
doesn't make--

Goodbye, Gabriella.

Gabriella,

your father mailed back
those papers you sent him

for the loan.

He-- He didn't sign them.

Of course he didn't.

What was I expecting?

Hey!

I saw you talking
to your American friend.

He seems very nice.

I thought he was, too, Mama.

I thought he was, too.

Now, hold on!

Are you telling me
that's the end of the story?

Jackson just left her
standing there,

and didn't even say why?

He couldn't. The truth was,
he didn't really know himself.

Well, this certainly
isn't much of a love story.

That's because
it's not over yet.

A week went by

with Gabriella pretending
she didn't care...

...and even though Jackson
pretended he didn't care,

he stopped
buying canned tomatoes...

...and still went to the market
to buy fresh tomatoes.

Since neither of them
would make the first move,

it looked like whatever romance
they might have had

was over before it even started.

I can't decide, Dad.

Which one do you want?

Me?

No, neither. Thanks.

Dad, you have to wear a mask
to the festival tonight.

It's a tradition.

Well, it's a good thing
we're doing something else then.

What do you want to do?

Dad! Are you guys hearing this?

My father is denying me

a very important
cultural experience

of great educational value,

without which,

I'll probably not get into
the college of my choice.

Come on, Jacks.
Take her to the festival.

Yeah! Festivals are awesome.

Let's go skydiving. Come on.

He's just
trying to avoid someone.

That's not true.

If you guys think
it's so great,

then why don't you fly down here
and you go yourselves?

-Okay!
-Let's go!

Ta-dah!

Hold on.
Did you know about this?

I got two extra masks.

No, you didn't.

Oh... yes!

I still cannot
believe you guys are here.

Hey, well, Chelsea went
to see her parents in Varna,

and this was kinda on the way.

I've always wanted
to see Italy.

I just didn't think it would be
through such tiny eyeholes.

All right, back here.

Ciao, Betty.

Che bella tua maschera!

Grazie! Anche la tua.

Betty, aren't you gonna
introduce us to your friend?

Oh. Um, uh...

yeah, sure.

Gio, this is my dad,
and, Dad, this is Gio.

Buona sera, signore.

Buona sera, Gio.

And these are
my honorary uncles,

Pete and Danny.

Ciao bee-loh.

What he said.

Wait, Betty!
We're gonna meet

right back here--
one hour, remember?

-Jackson, relax!
-I'm relaxed.

She's 14, okay?

Gotta let her have some fun.

Yeah!

Oh, hey. Hey!

Eyeholes are so small.

Okay, I gotcha.

Gosh.

Told you.

I knew this was
gonna be fun.

-I like it.
-Okay! Okay!

I think
I could move to Italy.

Oh. Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Hey, is-- is that--

Hey, isn't-isn't-isn't-
isn't-isn't--

Is that--?

Look at our boy!

I'd have never thought it
if I didn't see it.

-I gotta get this.
-Get it! Get it, get it.

Okay. Look at him go.

He doesn't even know
we're watching.

I didn't know he could
move his hips like that.

I didn't know he had hips!

-Dip her again!
-Do it again!

Double dip!

Double dip, Jackson!

Whoo! Yeah! Yeah!
That's our boy!

Don't look at me--
it was all her.

Thank you for the dance.

You two danced like that,
and you didn't get her name?

Doesn't matter.

It was just
a quick little "nothing" dance.

This is your idea
of "nothing"?

Aw! No wonder he hasn't been
on a date in six years.

Oh, I'm an espresso guy.

We drink cappuccino
in the morning around here.

And I have been on dates.

I've been on a bunch of dates.

I've been on four dates.

It's just not happening--
that's all.

Mm-hmm. What about this? Hmm?
Is this happening?

Like, you do want to find her,
don't you?

I told you guys,

I'm not interested
in getting into a relationship.

But, you did say you wanted
new goals in your life.

And maybe this is it.

- "Goal."
- Don't do the hands.

Hey, guys!

Look what I got!

Real Italian olive oil
from real Italian olives.

It's perfect,

if you're planning to have
500 people over for a salad.

Okay.

Okay, it says the restaurant
is right on that corner.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Wait.

That's where you guys
want to have lunch?

Yeah, it looks great.

And it's on the guide.

And it's got great reviews!

Betty put you up to this?

What?

What? No!

Wha-- What are you
talking about?

Daniel, you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

That is Gabriella's restaurant.

Whoa. Whoa. The "Gabriella" who
you tried to hit with your car?

That Gabriella?

We're past that.

Whoa. But what's the big deal?

Betty said
you two were friends.

We were.

It just didn't exactly end well.

Well, I'm sorry, Jacks,

but I'm hungry,

and your feelings
can't compete with my stomach.

Let's go, Pete!

Let's go!

Maybe we can use this oil
for a salad!

Great.

Buongiorno.

Hi.

Ciao.

You must be Gabriella!

Hi!

-I-I'm Danny.
-Hi.

-This is Pete.
-Hi.

We're Jackson's best friends
from America.

Wow.

She knows.

From America? Really?
I would've never guessed.

Tavolo...

poor tray,
poor fav-voray?

"Table for three."
You can follow me this way.

Yeah!

Nailed it!

Your menus right here.

Ah, thank you.

-Of course.
-Thank you.

Can I get you
something to drink?

I will have a glass of wine,
please. Thanks.

Red. Red.

It's a little early
for wine,

so I'll have a grappa.

You do know grappa
is stronger than wine, right?

Yeah,
but it doesn't sound stronger.

"Grappa!"

Um, and what about for you?

Um, it's after 12 noon,

so maybe you would like
a cappuccino?

Bleh.

Water. Thank you.

There, see?

Look, you got yourself
all worked up about nothing.

-Oh, no.
-What?

Oh, no! I think...

I think
my olive oil's leaking.

Oh, great.

It's like...

It's on the other side.

-Where? What other side?
-Yeah, yeah.

Oh! Got it!

Are you okay?

You okay? You got it?

I'm fine.

I've got it.

He's got it.

You gonna clean it up?

I'll clean it up!

Wow.

Okay, so...

what about you
and Gabriella, huh?

Maybe it's time
you get back in the game?

Sports metaphor.
You sound a lot like Danny.

Look, all I'm saying--

is...

I know.

You should
at least talk to her.

Okay? You both are adults,

and whatever happened
in the past

is over and done, right?

No, it's a bad idea.

Uh, you guys stay,
enjoy lunch.

I'm gonna go.

Jacks.

Jacks...

Jacks...

Jacks!

-Look at you!
-Look at you!

-Look at us!
-Look at us!

Clapping for him!

I don't think he doesn't want--
doesn't want us to do it.

Oh, sorry.

You got this!
You got it!

You could've said something.

I wanted to,
I just didn't know how.

It was an accident.

I didn't know it was you.

Thought I was dancing
with a stranger,

and by the time
I realized who it was,

it was too late.

Besides, the way
you left here last week,

I thought you never
wanted to see me again.

Gabriella--

I have to go meet Betty.

Six years.

What is six years?

Trish and I divorced
six years ago.

I haven't been in a serious
relationship since then.

I don't know why
I'm telling you this,

except to say that, uh...

I haven't danced
in a long time.

Until last night,
I thought I'd forgotten how.

Say ciao to Betty for me.

Dad, I thought
we talked about this.

You can't walk me home
from school every day.

Well, I was
in the neighborhood.

So, tell me about Gio.

Is he a friend?
Special friend, or...?

Or what, Dad?

Boyfriend?

Go ahead, ask me.

I didn't mean to, uh...

Yes, you did, Dad.
Yes, you did.

Gio is just a friend, Dad.

In fact, he and Alessia
are my only friends.

You know why?

Because you walk me
to school every morning,

then, every afternoon,

you're standing here,
waiting for me,

like the Dark Knight.

Honestly, Dad,
it creeps people out.

That's not
what I'm trying to do.

Do you know
how that makes me feel?

It makes me feel like
you don't trust me.

I just want you to be okay.

I know.

And I love you for it.

But... you're being
too overprotective, Dad.

You're trying to protect me
from the world the same way--

...the same way

that you're trying
to protect yourself.

What does that mean?

You keep telling people
you don't want a relationship.

You know what I think?

I think you're just afraid,

and you're trying

to protect your heart
from getting hurt again.

It's not fair, Dad.

It's not fair to you.

It's not fair to me.

I don't need a bodyguard.

I need a dad.

You okay?

Yep.

Yep, Betty and I just had
a father-daughter talk

on the way home from school.

Could've gone better.

She's a great kid, Jacks,

but if you keep
holding her too tight,

you're gonna lose her.

She's 14.

Yeah.

She's 14!

Time to let go a little.

Let her live her own life a bit.

She's my daughter.

-I have a responsibility.
-And you use it--

just like you use
your high-power career

and your marriage
that didn't work out--

to keep yourself
from moving on.

When are you gonna face
the truth, Jacks?

You can't hide
behind Betty forever.

-Yes!
-Yes!

Uh, where's--
where's the rest of this?

This is how
we serve breakfast in Italy.

But my tummy's from America.

Gotta go. Bye.

Betty!

Dig in.

Betty, hold on. I'm coming.

Really, Dad?

Just hold on.
Hear me out, okay?

I wanted to tell you that, uh...

as a father
of a child of divorce...

...I think it's time

that you started to walk
to school on your own.

-Dad--
-No, no.

I'm sorry.

My mind is made up here.

You can beg,
and you can plead,

but you have got to learn
to do this on your own.

It's embarrassing.

I think it's time that you...

walk to school
by yourself.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

I'm sorry.

Buongiorno.

I made too much lasagna.

Maybe you would like some?

Gabriella, you are a life-saver.

Jackson's been trying
to starve us to death.

-Okay.
-I'm glad you like it.

Okay, I have to go.

My bus leaves in 20 minutes.
I don't wanna be late.

Where are you going?

To my father's vineyard.

If I want that loan,
I need his signature.

So far,
he's refused,

but maybe if I talk to him
face to face...

anyway, enjoy your lasagna.

Ciao.

Ciao.

What?

Dad. You're not gonna make her
take the bus, are you?

Tsk.

Yeah.

-More for us.
-Yes!

Gabriella, wait.

I have a car.

If...

you want to use it.

Grazie,

but I never
learned to operate a car.

In Sperlonga,
there's no need.

Yeah.

Okay. Well...

I could drive.

Yeah.

Are you sure you know the way?

Don't have to.

Got an app.

Turn here.

The app says to go straight.

Are you going
to listen to me or your phone?

My phone's connected

to a billion-dollar
satellite system,

so it's never wrong.

Still nothing.

Well, maybe
you should've been

following my directions
after all.

No one likes to hear
"I told you so," Gabriella...

even when it's in
a lovely Italian accent.

Okay, so...

looks like that last pothole

did a number
on this transmission.

We're probably stuck here
until someone comes along.

Might as well get comfortable.
It's gonna be a long wait.

Okay...

I guess we're walking.

Don't wait for me.

You know, I'm not trying
to be "that dad,"

but, pretty soon, she's gonna
be going to university or...

getting married.

Then she'll be taking
my grandkids

to swimming lessons
and band practice.

Jackson! Jackson.

"In the moment." Okay?

We made spaghetti
one time, okay?

I'm not that Italian yet.

Oh, and then we had a fight...

and Betty said
that I don't trust her.

Do you?

Of course, I do.

I love my daughter.

Oh, that is not the same thing.

As a daughter, I think

one of the greatest gifts
a parent can give a child

is their trust.

That's all Betty's asking for.

So... do you trust her?

Come on.
We've got a long way to go,

and we'll never get there
on foot.

Well, what do you suggest?

This is absolutely beautiful.

You grew up here?

I spent
my childhood playing here.

Come on,
I know a shortcut!

I have a confession to make.

I haven't been
completely honest with you.

This isn't a shortcut--
we're lost?

You can be honest.

You can just tell me.

No.

That night at the festival,
when we danced--

it wasn't an accident.

I was waiting for you.
I was hoping for you to show up.

I knew it was you all along.

Why didn't you just tell me?
You can tell me that.

I didn't want you to leave,

and all I really wanted
was one last dance...

with you.

Ciao, Papa.

Buona sera.

What happened?

Ah, it's not that serious,

but the car won't be ready
until tomorrow.

Which means you guys
are on uncle duty.

No problem.

But you really have
to tell your daughter

to let Danny win
once in a while.

His poor little ego.

Okay.
I gotta go.

You're a friend
of my daughter's?

Yeah, that's right.

What kind of friend?

A good friend, Papa.

He brought me all the way
up here to see you.

It's been a long time.

You never invite me.

Since when does my daughter
need an invitation?

But I'm afraid
you wasted your trip.

I've told you before,
I'm not interested.

Did you even read it?

Yes. The merger
with your mother's business--

the loan, the expansion--
yes, I read it.

And you don't think
it's a wonderful idea?

This vineyard has been
in our family

for over 200 years.

I'm not gonna risk it
over some foolish idea.

It's not
"a foolish idea," Papa.

Every vineyard
does wine tastings,

every vineyard does tours.

Well, not this one.

We have a tradition
of excellence here.

I'm not gonna throw
all that away

just to have some-some tourists
stampeding all over my house.

No offense.

None taken.

Please.

This project
is like a dream for me.

Why won't you just give me
a chance to make it come true?

You must be hungry.

I'm going to prepare
some dinner.

-Papa!
-Gabriella.

Ho detto no.

Gabriella was right.

Her father sounds impossible.

It was looking that way until--

Jackson?

Jackson.

Thought I'd see
if you needed any help.

You cook?

I can boil water.

Boil it in this.

I want you to know
my daughter and I

have always been very close.

She's my greatest joy.

Well, forgive me for
saying this then, sir, but...

you have
a strange way of showing it.

Fathers and daughters--
it's complicated.

Only if we make it that way.

"As salty as the sea."

Where'd you learn about that?

Gabriella taught me.

She said
she learned it from you.

I have a daughter.

And I love her very much.

But I'm learning

love and trust
have to go hand-in-hand...

or neither of them
mean anything at all.

I trust my daughter.

Okay. So why don't you
give her a chance?

Because she's not ready.

You know, I bet...

whoever it was in your family

that started this vineyard
200 years ago--

they heard that same thing.

It's a good thing
they didn't listen.

That is where

I had my heart broken
the very first time.

He told me he loved me,

he said he was gonna
stay with me forever,

and then he left...

That's sad.

He had to go
to soccer practice.

We were eight years old.

I'm sorry...

about your dad.

I should've known
I wasn't going to convince him.

Fathers are stubborn.

Doesn't matter...

what your dad does
or doesn't do.

I think you're gonna
do great things.

That is very kind.

No. It's just the truth.

I've made a career
out of betting on people,

and I would bet on you
any day.

But not on us?

I think you're the most amazing
woman that I've ever met.

But...?

But I go home
at the end of the week.

That's just the reality of it.

And as much as I... want to,

I have far too much in my life
to let this happen...

to you, to me--
to us.

You deserve...

a lot better than that.

I'm sorry.

At least we had a dance.

Yeah.

At least we had a dance.

Arrivederci, Jackson.

Sounds like
she's working fine now.

I'll just go let Gabriella know.

She's gone.

What?

Yeah.

She took the early bus
back to town.

She left you this.

Tch.

I believe my daughter
must care for you very much.

And I care for her.

It's just not gonna work out.

That's a shame.

I, too, had
someone who cared for me.

Gabriella's mother--
my wife.

But I was foolish.

And I've regretted it
ever since.

You were married once, hmm?

Yeah, that's right.

What happened?

We just grew apart, you know?

Grew apart, and, uh...

No. That's not what happened.
Uh...

That's just what
we told everybody.

And ourselves.

Truth is, it was my fault.

I was so focused on my career

and giving my daughter
the life that I never had

that I, uh...

I lost sight
of what was important.

I let my marriage fall apart.

By the time
I realized what was happening,

it was too late.

Love...

Love is rare enough
in this world, Jackson.

When we find it...

we should never
turn our backs on it.

It may never come again.

In bocca al lupo.

Lorenzo,
what does that mean?

It means, essentially,
"good luck."

Jackson!

Nando.

What's up? You okay?

No, everything's all right.

Look.

I need to ask you
a question.

Are you all right,
Gabriella?

I'm fine, Mama.

Lorenzo.
What are you doing here?

I'm actually here
to see my daughter.

What is it, Papa?

You left this at the house.

Thank you.

I signed it.

What?

If I can't trust my own
daughter to run our business,

who can I trust?

Grazie, Papa! Grazie.

I will make you proud.

You always have, Gabriella.

Un espresso, per favore.

I know it's a little late...

but I was wondering
if I can get a cappuccino.

I'll have to ask the owner.

I'll see what I can do.

When do you go back to America?

Well, what's funny about that,

is that it turns out
they also don't need me

quite as much
as I thought they did,

so, if it's all right
with you, I, uh...

I was thinking maybe I'd
stick around for a little while,

if that's okay.

That is, um, very okay.

For as long as I can remember,

I've been telling anybody
that would listen

that I don't want this,
that I, uh...

don't want to be
involved with anybody,

but that's not true.

Truth is, I was afraid.

Afraid of what?

Afraid of failing again.

Afraid of it being my fault.

I guess I was afraid...

...that maybe I didn't deserve
a second chance at love.

But you make me
believe that maybe I do.

And I would really like
to find out...

...with you.

I would too.

Wow!

So Jackson had to go
all the way to Italy

to believe in love again?

Now that is romantic.

I think
your groomsmen are back.

No.

I know who this is.

You must be Milo.

I'm looking for Betty?

You know nobody
calls me that anymore.

I do.

I have to put some things
away in the storeroom.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yes, I'm... fine.

When they told me you ran off,

I thought maybe
you'd changed your mind.

Maybe you didn't
want to marry me anymore.

Are you kidding?

Of course, I want to marry you.

So why'd you leave?

Because...

I wasn't sure
that you wanted to marry me.

What?

Why would you even say that?

Uncle Danny,
Uncle Pete, Dad--

they all have

these great stories about how
they faced some big challenge

before they finally
found love.

Doesn't it bother you

that we don't have
anything like that?

How could we?

We've known each other
since we were kids.

Exactly!

We don't have any story to tell
about the first time we met,

or-or-or how we ended up
with the same seat on the train,

or-or how our dogs

got their leashes tangled
at the park.

We actually
don't even have dogs.

That's not the point!

The point is...

in all these years
we've been together,

nothing that exciting
has ever happened to us.

Love doesn't always

have to come with an airbag,
you know?

But are you sure
that's enough for you?

Don't you wish we had
a story of our own to tell--

some romantic thing
that makes this all make sense?

Come with me.

I've been
in love with you

since the first time we met.

Even back then,
I knew, one day,

I was going to ask you
to marry me.

But...

I couldn't tell you that
when we were nine years old...

so...

I decided to send you
a secret message.

I knew you loved
playing this game,

and I thought maybe someday
you'd figure it out.

Do you have any idea
how hard it was

to keep the high score
on this machine

for all those years?

That was you?

I thought that was Uncle Danny--

"Major League Baseball".

Nope.

All you had to do
was beat my score,

and you would've found...

this.

"Milo Loves Betty"--

You did this for me?

I did it for us.

Now we have
a story of our own to tell.

So what do you think?

Wanna go get married?

Wait!

I wanna beat
your high score first.

Let's go. We still have
a wedding to get to.

I am not ready for this.

Yes, you are, Dad.

Remember all those times

you walked me to school
in Italy?

Those were
just practice runs.

Okay.

Welcome!
Welcome to friends and family,

special guests
from near and far,

trusted companions,

and even unfamiliar strangers

who may one day
become...

family.

We never know.

Because life's mysteries

are constantly unfolding

like a lotus flower,

growing wild
in the untamed country

-of our heart--
-Mom. Mom.

-Fe--
-Mom.

Thank you.

We are gathered here today

to witness the joining
of two lives.

Elizabeth Grace Ryder...

and Milo Carter McLean.

Would you please join hands?

And so...

by the power vested in me

by the great state
of Pennsylvania,

I now pronounce you
married.

Go ahead.

You can kiss!

Uh, hi! Hey, everyone!
Hi. Hello.

Um, for those of you
that don't know me

or remember me

from the last wedding
we were all at together,

I am Danny,

and I thought instead of me
standing up here

doing all the talking,

I'd like to invite
my fellow groomsmen--

Pete,

and the father of the bride,
Jackson,

to say a few words.

Pete?

Okay.

Wow, okay.

Um, wow.
Hi, babe. Heh.

Um...

Elizabeth,

I have been so lucky

to have your dad
as one of my best friends

for all these years,

because it has given me

a front-row seat to watch you
grow from a sweet...

funny,
and adorable little girl

into this incredible woman
we all see today.

...And even though

you are a properly married
young lady now,

that doesn't mean
I'm going to let you win

at our favorite video game.

...And I have been
so honored...

to be your father.

It's taught me a lot.

About kindness...

respect...

...trust.

Trusting the people
that you love.

Now, I know your name
is Elizabeth these days,

but if it wouldn't be
too much trouble,

would it be all right,
once in a while,

if I can still
call you Betty?

To my daughter...

to my new son-in-law--

...I wish you both

all the happiness,

all the joy,

and all the love
in the world.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Hi, everyone.

Thank you all for coming.

For all these years,

I've had my dad,

and my Uncle Pete,

and my Uncle Danny
as role models

when it came to marriage.

Can you imagine how hard
it's been to live up to that?

I mean,
they've had adventures.

Uncle Pete had to travel
thousands of miles,

through a Bulgarian forest,

and the storm of a century,
but...

nothing could stop him
from marrying Aunt Chelsea.

And Uncle Danny had to go
all the way to Greece

and jump off a cliff
to realize

that his true love
had been there,

right beside him,
all along.

Right, Uncle Zack?

And then...

my dad.

I am...

so proud of him

for finding love again
with Gabriella...

...even if it meant traveling
halfway around the world

and dancing
in an Italian festival

with a creepy mask on.

The thing is,

I've learned
so much from all of them.

But I was afraid
that Milo and I just...

couldn't
live up to those legends.

But my husband...

said something to me
that changed everything.

He said,

"Love doesn't always

have to come with airbags."

And I realized
that maybe I didn't need

some big adventure

to make our wedding complete.

Because
we're already having one.

Love...

is the greatest adventure
of all.

Thank you, Dad.

For everything.

I'm so proud of you.

Look at you...

dancing on your own two feet.

You don't mind, do you, Dad?

Just for old times' sake.

Come to join the fun?

May I have this dance?

If she says so.

Of course.

Okay.

So, did you schedule
Mrs. Biedermann

for her knee surgery?

You know how hard it is
to get into the O.R. these days.

You know the problem

with two doctors
getting married?

They always seem to talk shop.

So, am I still your plus-one?

Baby, you're my only one.

Oh, no!

Oh, no...

No...

Are we really still doing this?

Whoo!

So, what's this
all about anyway?

Well...

it's a long story.

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