[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.

[Seagulls crying] ♪ [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]