Made in Italy

Make the right offer, Gray.

Before this turns into a bidding war.

Okay Jack.

How did you get her?

Dean hasn't exhibited for years.

What did you say?

Trade secrets, Marie, trade secrets.

Well perhaps you could work your magic on your father.

I'd love to know what he's doing.

Wouldn't we all?

Ruth.

I thought we agreed you weren't coming tonight.

I hate to tell you what a great job you're doing here.

Yeah I think we've done pretty well.

You should enjoy it.

Really enjoy it.

Because it's over.

Sorry, what?

My family is selling the gallery, Jack.

What did you think, Jack?

You'll just carry on managing the gallery indefinitely?

We are divorced.

At least we will be when you sign the papers.

This gallery is my home, Ruth.

I've put everything into it.

Everything except money.

Okay.

I'll buy the gallery.

Did you win the lottery?

I could maybe sell the old Italian house

with my dad.

The deserted barn no one's allowed to mention,

let alone visit?

Your dad's a selfish prick

who's never even been to your gallery.

He'll never sell that place and you know it.

Stick to the lottery plan, Jack.

I'll give you a month.

Robert Foster here.

You know what to do.

Dad, me again.

I'm on my way, I'll be 20 minutes.

Please be ready to go.

We're on a tight schedule to make the train to Cali.

Hello?

Where's your stuff?

I travel light.

You're not packed, are you?

I thought it was tomorrow.

You could at least have called

or left a message.

Hey Robbie.

Have you seen my jacket?

Oh.

Hi.

Yeah, Jessica, this is my son, actually, Jack.

Jack, this is Jessica.

Hi, Jessica.

Fuck you.

Jessica.

Jessica.

Jennifer?

Jennifer, Jennifer, shit.

Okay, tea.

I'll make the tea.

You go pack.

Are you gonna read the whole way there?

The Dover road is famously the most boring drive

in the British Isles.

Ask anyone.

So you're not gonna talk to me then.

What would you like to talk about?

I don't know, the usual father-son stuff?

What are your views on Hentai manga?

Do you see it as art or pornography?

I meant like how's work.

Oh, I see, an off the peg conversation.

Ah, how's work?

Forget it, read your book.

No, no, this is starting to get really good.

Are you eating well?

Did you see the game last night?

What game?

You know, the one with the ball.

How's Ruth?

She's great.

Sends you her love.

Terrific.

Okay, what's bugging you?

Spit it out.

I'm worried the house won't be the way

you remember it.

Why not?

You haven't been back since you were seven.

I mean the walls, for example.

The walls haven't been painted in decades.

That's an easy fix.

The grounds might need tending.

Look, I'm not expecting Xanadu.

We just cheer the place up a bit and get it sold.

Why the rush?

I don't hear from you for months,

and then this sudden need to sell the Tuscan house

by last Tuesday.

The house that's been basically empty for 20 years?

Look on the bright side.

You'll be home on Saturday with a big check

and you can blow your half picking up

stray women in bars.

Don't make assumptions about my current lifestyle

based on Jessica.

Jennifer.

Jennifer, fuck.

Jack.

My point is we should take a moment.

Look.

Ruth and I decided to buy the gallery from her parents.

So yeah, that's why I need the money, okay?

Flying dinosaur, 11.

Is it, I don't know,

why don't you ever drive-a-saurus?

It's never 11 letters.

How about a game of I spy?

I spy with my little eye

something beginning with Q.

Let me try.

Oh my God.

I'm gonna wake up in a minute.

Things always look worse in the dark.

What the fuck is that?

I'll leave you to it.

Huh!?

Pass me the knifey bit.

At least the view's quite good.

That's what you're calling

one of the most spectacular convergences of nature ever?

The view?

You haven't even looked at it.

Two cypress trees frame the compositions

subconsciously propelling the eye

across the negative space toward the focal point

of the perfectly central villa,

all unified by these magnificent

undulating Tuscany hills.

Late afternoon, remember.

The way the light hits those windows

takes your breath away.

No, that's the dust doing that.

I mean how could you let it go like this?

Oh an interruption, what a shame.

Must be the estate agent.

Damn, she's early.

We'll mark the view as a 10