Hotel Portofino

Lucian.

Where's Rose?

Why don't we go up and get a glass of water?

Rose?

Rose?

Rose.

Damn it all to hell.

Rose?

Arrivederci.

Grazie mille.

Did the vultures get what they wanted?

They seem rather pleased.

Perhaps they'll leave you alone now?

Urgh, I damn well hope so.

I thought that was all rather jolly.

So much fun.

You here again, Bonacini?

I came to help my nephew.

They do not teach English at the military academy.

-A military man, you say? -You are surprised?

A little.

I'd heard the Bonacinis were a bunch of communists.

Who told you that?

Signor Danioni.

He has you figured for a treacherous red, my friend.

My politics are no man's business.

Except I rather think they're mine.

I would hate to see my wife's close association

with a Bolshevik sympathiser blow up in her face.

Are you threatening me?

Oh, good grief, no.

I'm advising you.

Stay away from my wife...

before something unfortunate happens.

Rose?

Rose?

Hello.

I had hoped that we might, um...

...steal a moment.

Oh, Lucian, we mustn't.

We already have.

It was a moment of madness.

It was the sanest thing I've ever done.

Hmm...

No, Constance.

I, I can't, I can't go back to how it was before.

Tell you what, Paola, as a special treat,

I'll tidy up after you, hey?

Oh, cheer up.

You missed all the fun outside.

Oh, we've been having some fun of our own, haven't we Paola?

Just been making my lemon drizzle cake.

That workman she's sweet on,

he ate three pieces the other day, oh my...

No, it's fine, it's fine, everything's fine.

Cheeky.

Urgh!

40 years.

40 years I've used that recipe,

it's never failed.

Until now.

Alright, no, no, Paola, enough, enough!

Now, chin up.

Get the eggs, butter, flour, sugar.

Constance will walk you through it this time.

See if you could do any better, love.

You've got lemonade.

Yes. I was just experimenting with some rosemary.

Are you going to tell me about Nish?

He's stable...for now.

He thinks he might have gangrene.

Gangrene? But then he needs to see a doctor immediately.

Well, do you know anyone that we can trust?

Nish seems to think that we ought to rely on this Gianluca fellow.

Apparently, he has some sort of plan to smuggle him out.

Well, that's more than we have.

No, but the thing is, now that it comes to it,

I realise I have no idea how to get hold of him.

What about his father?

The lawyer?

Yes.

It's worth try.

Well, perhaps I could go and see him.

I, I could, um...

I could ask Carlo if he would accompany me to translate.

Well, if you wouldn't mind, that's likely to draw less suspicion.

Yes, of course.

Now, please, darling, go and find Rose.

I'm going.

Sir.

Is now a good moment, Ma'am,

for me to make that telephone call?

Oh, yes, of course, Betty.

Are you sure I won't be keeping you from the office?

No.

I have an errand to run.

Oh, what the devil is it now?

Looking for me?

Ah.

You didn't think I'd sang and dance at your friend's party

without a rehearsal, did you?

Uh, he's not a friend.

He's a business associate, actually.

But even so, it was jolly decent of you to help out.

I'm not doing it for you, honey.

I'm doing it for your wife...

and a thousand dollars.

Thanks, Billy.

I'm in the wrong game.

Pottiston, seven nine four five.

Fanny, is that you love?

No, Mrs Scanlon, it's Joan. Joan Bunting?

-Joan? -That's right, Mrs Scanlon.

Err, we met at Fanny's anniversary party

a few year back.

I'm her cousin.

I work with her... here at the big house.

I, I, I remember, love.

Where is she?

At home.

She's had, um, an episode.

What kind of episode?

A stroke, the doctors think.

But...she's sitting up, talking, but...

work's beyond her just...

...now. She asked me to speak to you in her place.

She told you about this Tommy business, then?

He's staying with me, the little mite.

No, he's too much of a handful the state she's in.

I've got to tell Constance to come back then.

Fanny says she don't want that,

that she'll...soon be on the mend.

What do you think?

I think even if she recovers somewhat,

she'll be a no fit state to play mammy to a three-year-old.

What should we do, Joan?

I ca...I can keep him for now, Mrs Scanlon.

Bless you, love.

But I've three of me own.

I mean, if Constance don't come home to claim him,

well...

the vicar says...

...he can find a place for him in the district orphanage,

though it's not where any of us wants.

Mrs Ainsworth, Ma'am.

Your mother-in-law, she gave me an hour off after lunch if...

...if you fancied another swim,

Mrs Ainsworth?

Maybe some other time.

What could be more pleasant?

Apart from some of the company, perhaps?

Hmm.

Here we are.

May I ask you why you are once again

seeking out Bruzzone,

if you don't think it's an impertinence on my part?

Oh no, no, not at all.

I wish to consult him about our plans to extend the hotel.

And to get a message to his son.

I knew it.

Oh, Carlo, please don't be angry.

No, I'm not angry.

I'm alarmed.

I had foolishly imagined that Danioni's suspicions were unfounded.

But they are, in relation to the hotel.

Yes, but not in relation to your family, right?

I it's Luce.

He's got himself embroiled. What can I do?

Of course, I have to stand by him.

His only intention is to protect his friend.

Of course.

But...

you're right. You should stay out of this.

It's far too risky for you.

No, no, no. Bella!

You know me.

I would not dream of it.

You have so much more to risk.

Hmm, true.

So have you.

Let's go.

Signora Ainsworth.

Eccellenza.

Danioni.

What are you doing here?

Well, actually, I have the same question for you.

Oh, Mrs Ainsworth has come to consult her lawyer.

Yes, ahead of our planning meeting tomorrow.

Oh, please, Signora Ainsworth. It's just a formality.

Nonetheless...

Then I must advise you to seek another representative,

Signora Ainsworth.

Why is that?

Because that man is the father of a criminal element,

that's why.

I've already recommended Signor Bruzzone

to a friend of mine, so I can't possibly abandon him now.

Thank you, nonetheless.

- -Buon giorno. - Ah.

Signora.