Hotel Portofino

[Engine rumbling] Urgh!

[Lucian grunting] [Horse snorts, birds chirping] Alice: Hyah!

[Billy clucking] Whoo-hoo!

Alice: Hyah!

Billy: Whoa!

Alice: Come on.

[Clapping] Alice: Ha!

Billy: Ha ha!

-Whoo!

-Ah.

Whoa.

Ha.

Billy: Well, you'll not ride a winner in the St. Leger any time soon, ma'am, but, um, you wouldn't look out of place at the Stainsby Grange gymkhana.

Oh, I want to thank you, Billy.

Oh, there's no need for that, ma'am.

Unh.

I told you, it's like-- it's like riding a bike.

-You won't forget now.

-No.

You gave me the confidence to get back in the saddle.

[Horse whinnies] And--uhh-- the boot up the bum that I needed.

Ha ha!

Yah.

[Horse snorts] Heh.

[Knocking] [Door opens] Bella: What are you doing?

George: What does it look like?

But...the doctor ordered at least a week's bed rest.

I'm fine.

Don't make a thing of it.

Amelia...

It's hard to relax and enjoy ourselves in the circumstances.

You're going to miss Miss Pascal's launch party for her new perfume.

I'm in no mood for a party.

Well, do you think I am with the specter of losing this hotel hanging over me?

Look at it as a business opportunity, a chance to make new contacts, meet new customers for your textiles.

We may not have textiles to sell to our old customers, let alone new ones.

Well, there's an important buyer coming, and Miss Pascal has persuaded him to listen to our proposal for a new cosmetics business.

-So?

-So, we may be able to raise the money for you to pay off the principal on your loan and give you time to save the company.

Do you really think that you can raise thousands of pounds from lotions and potions?

Really, you should have a little faith in me.

Give me a chance to prove that I can make this right.

I promise.

You won't regret it.

[George sighs] Ooh.

This had better amount to something.

There'll be no going back if it doesn't.

Jack: OK. No.

Um, over easy.

-Signori?

-I like my eggs over easy.

You understand?

OK, so you fry 'em, and then you flip 'em...

Mind if I join you?

Ainsworth.

So soon.

Ha.

Heh heh heh.

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, I thought I might buy you breakfast.

Really?

Oof.

Well, I think it is way too early to be dealing with your shenanigans.

Oh, don't be like that, Jack.

I'm trying to make amends.

Jack: Uh-huh.

Alright, go ahead.

Thank you.

Just bring the eggs as they come and coffee.

-Plenty of coffee.

-Va bene.

Don't you have someone to negotiate these little aggravations for you?

A fancy woman?

Perhaps even a wife?

Uh, no.

No.

My wife left me.

You too, eh?

I'm sorry.

What you need is a manservant.

Oh-ho, yeah.

Yeah, chance will be a fine thing.

I can barely afford to polish my own shoes.

Ah.

Well, that explains the courtesy call you so kindly paid me.

Yes, it does.

-Sorry about that.

-Pffft.

No need to apologize.

I deserved it.

Heh heh heh!

Ha ha!

Well, look, Loretta's old man had been bankrolling me, so obviously he pulled the plug when she kicked me out, so I've had to, you know, take a risk or two, which means putting my stamp on a few pennies that didn't quite past the sniff test.

Heh heh heh.

Not as authentic as my Rubens then?

Oh, no.

Nothing like as good as that.

Heh heh heh.

-Ecco caff, signori.

-Thank you.

Next thing I know, some jerk's called the cops on me.

Guardia di Finanza, no less.

-What a rotten trick.

-Yeah.

Yeah, they were all over my inventory like a rash.

Impounded most of it.

Took away my export license, froze my assets.

I was...very lucky to escape jail.

Oof.

There but for the grace of God.

Heh heh heh.

Yeah.

So...

I'm thinking of heading back across the pond, make a fresh start, but, well, I'm lacking the necessary funds, which is why I've been calling in some old debts.

You understand my predicament?

Oh, yes.

I may even be able to suggest a way out of it.

Really?

Really.

[Horse whinnies] [Groom speaking Italian] Alice: I thought I might find you here.

[Horse snorting] Carlo: I wasn't informed you'd be coming.

Oh, I didn't announce my visit.

Well, I--I have a prior commitment.

I have to ride him morning and afternoon, or I fear for the walls of his stable.

[Horse snorts] I know better than to come between a man and his pleasures, Carlo.

So I'll ride with you.

[Horse snorting] [Gasping] [Horse whinnies] [Gasps] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Gasps] Aah!

Aah!

[Horse neighs] Carlo: Alice!

[Horse neighs, Alice screams] [Thud] Carlo: Alice!

Oh, my God...Alice.

Alice...Alice... [Moans] -Alice.

-Ahh.

Piano.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Just breathe.

No, I'm alright.

[Sighs] Are you hurt?

-I just... -Piano.

Ah.

[Sighs] -You're bleeding.

-Shh.

Are you alright?

Just, uh...just a bit battered and bruised.

My God.

For a moment, I thought I'd lost you.

You almost had.

Manuel: Monsieur.

-Ay-aya-yay.

-Oh, my goodness!

Claudine: Ernesto, honey, you made it!

Those roads.

-Oh.

-I need traction for a week.

-Where are the trucks?

-Ugh.

So slow.

It was killing me.

We had to part ways in the mountains.

-They'll be here, right?

-Ugh, this afternoon maybe.

Tomorrow morning at the latest.

It's hardly The Ritz, is it?

The last party Ernesto planned for me was in Paris.

We kept 150 of the most beautiful souls in caviar and champagne for eight hours.

I'm not used to working on such a small canvas.

Well, um, the grounds are quite spacious.

Perhaps I could show... Then let's hope the weather holds.

Before we start working our miracles, we have a letter for you.

It's from Monsieur Fleury at the Fashion House.

Manuel!

Bella: What does it say?

He wants to bring his daughter.

Yes, but will he hear our proposal?

He's giving us half an hour the morning after.

Ernesto: Miss Pascal!

-Ah.

Is, is that... -Coming, honey.

I wish we didn't have to go back.

You'll get cold.

Oh, I can think of other ways we can stay a warm.

Heh.

Autumn here is colder than you think.

Oh, you old romantic, you.

Come on then.

If she will let me ride her, that is.

I'll fetch her for you.

No.

I must do it.

I must get used to fending for myself around horses.

-Alright.

-Come on.

Carlo: Oh, no.

You're approaching her the wrong way.

A thoroughbred horse must be handled like a headstrong woman.

You must pretend to ignore her to attract her and make her come to you.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, no.

It's just a stupid stable yard saying.

You think I need handling like a horse, do I?

-No, Alice, please.

No.

-Is that what you've been doing?

-Ignoring me this entire time?

-No!

Damn you, Carlo!

-You're a mad woman.

-Not according to you, I'm not.

I'm a bloody thoroughbred horse!

Alice!

-Would you stop for a... -No!

[Footsteps approaching] There you are.

Papa's sleeping.

I thought I'd have a moment to myself.

Of course.

I--I wanted to show you something.

You see?

We were close once.

Hmm.

I want to apologize.

For not being a better sister.

I'm not asking you to do that.

But I need to all the same.

For the longest time, I've tried to convince myself that... it's you that was at fault for our estrangement.

Your coldness was a symptom of your--your jealousy towards me.

I knew it.

But... you're right.

It was me who withdrew first.

Why?

What did I ever do to you?

Your illness.

The way poor Mama had to nurse you.

Using every ounce of love to try and will you better.

The way she sacrificed her life for you.

I was a child.

So was I.

Having you here... it's brought it all back.

I think... a part of me still blames you for taking her from me... and questions whether... she ever loved me as much as she loved you.

Even now, when I see you with Papa, how close you are and how much he relies on you, I realize... it's me that's jealous of you.

You're so... strong and resilient.

Papa loves you, too, with all his heart just like Mama did.

I am sorry.

I truly am.

Why don't you have this?

[Speaking Italian] Grazie.

[Speaking Italian] -[Sighs] -Bye.

Grazie.

These are for Mrs. Ainsworth.

She's going to be so happy.

Yeah, I hope so.

Well, let me take them to her.

Then I'll come and find you.

Mm.

[Speaks Italian] Thank you.

Connie?

Connie!

[Gulls calling] Hmm.

Has Christmas come early?

Claudine: They're not a gift.

We made them.

Like a pair of Santa's elves?

-If you like.

-Uh, with a lot of help from Constance and the local pharmacist.

Your sister's being too modest.

Wonders will never cease.

Her concept, her recipe, her vision.

Well, the plan is to turn it into a business, to use Miss Pascal's contacts in the cosmetics industry to help us.

Go ahead, honey.

Try some.

[Liquid sloshes] [Sniffs] Mm.

They are certainly more than passable.

Utterly divine, I think you mean.

I might even say it's very tastefully done.

If you held a gun to my head.

Fleury's gonna bite our hand off.

We only have a few more days to perfect things until we do the presentation.

What we need most is a name.

A whatchamacallit... -A trademark.

-That's right.

And that was something I was hoping that perhaps you could help us with.

What's this about, Vito?

Cause I--I have to get back.

I know, but just... sit, please.

You are being very mysterious.

[Ring clinks] Oh, God.

No!

Sorry.

I mean, not here.

Not now.

Not yet.

I like you, Vito, but you are moving too fast.

I'm sorry.

Alright.

Then I will wait to ask you again.

Bye.

[Sighs] Do you know...

I think I might have come up with something.

Go on.

If I show you, you promise not to laugh?

Well, I never promise that with you.

Look.

It's good.

You're not just saying that?

It's perfect, Isabella.

Much as it pains me to admit it.

[Waves breaking] Constance?

Everything alright?

I just need a minute, Miss Pascal.

Has something happened?

Vito.

He tried to propose to me.

Tried?

I wouldn't let him go through with it.

Why ever not?

Because I had no intention of saying yes.

But now you're having second thoughts?

Why would I?

Because he's sweet... smart... solvent.

He'd make a great father.

But I'm not in love with him.

Oh, honey.

I thought myself in love a zillion times.

Not one of them is worth the hurt I wasted on them.

Don't--don't listen to me, OK?

Whatever makes you happy.

That's what's best.

Follow your heart.

[Sighs] Lucian: Apparently Nish was captured and arrested.

And this Blackshirt, you believe him?

Well, why would he lie?

Darling, the question you should be asking is why would he volunteer this information?

-Luce... -The--the whys and wherefores really don't matter right now.

What matters is that we have a lead for the first time, a concrete one.

They were being taken to Turin.

Word is that they never made it.

This boy Antonio, he has heard a rumor that Danioni was bribed by Gianluca's father to let them go.

And do you believe that?

I don't think he did.

And that is why we have to go and search the forest and find out for ourselves.

Darling, what on earth happened to your hand?

-Let me see.

-We'll be careful.

I promise.

This is...this is not a good idea.

Don't worry.

I--I will take care of him.

We are hunting for truffles.

Where is the danger in that?

[Dogs barking] [Marco speaking Italian] I said we should travel light.

[Speaking Italian] Where did you get it?

Standard army issue.

-Get rid of it.

-What?

No, not a chance.

You said that this might be dangerous.

Only if you act like a fool.

[Speaking Italian] [Dog barking] Cecil: Recognize anyone?

Aside from the organ grinder of course.

Jack: I'll be damned.

What did I tell you?

Francesco is one of Danioni's paid monkeys and his cousin to boot.

So Danioni had his own spy at your hotel.

Mm-hmm.

Until I got wise to the sneaky beggar.

Ainsworth, do you seriously expect me to believe you had nothing to do with the theft of that painting?

I know you weren't born yesterday, Jack.

No, parting you from the lady was my idea.

-Mm.

-But it was Danioni who masterminded everything with Francesco and spirited the prize away.

What, with the help of his, uh, detective friend?

Precisely.

And I'll bet you every cent of the $50,000 you advanced me that it was Danioni who set the financial police on you.

So...are you ready to hear how I plan to make things up to you?

Oh, yeah.

I'm all ears, Ainsworth.

Vai.

[Lighter clicks] [Men speaking Italian] Cecil: My friends in the West Side Gang will have to be kept sweet, of course, but my local fixer here in Italy... let's just say he's... dispensable.

Very dispensable.

Ha ha!

Danioni gets 25 cents in every dollar we earn.

He's raked in well over �30,000 in the last three years.

[Whistles] -[Sighs] -Alright.

If I were somehow in a position to, uh, restructure him, I could offer you his share of the proceeds.

Better still, with Danioni out of the picture, I'd only have to pay Detroit back their original investment, which means you and I could split the extra 40,000 that little bastard is extorting from me.

Restructure, you say.

Yes.

You'd have shot me for nothing, Jack.

Surely 20,000 and a quarter share in a bootleg bonanza is enough of a handsome return for helping me put an end to the man who, uh, shopped you to the authorities.

Uh-huh.

[Sighs] Virat: Can I look at it?

Uh, I suppose so, but you be careful with it.

It's loaded.

They didn't ask for it back?

Well, I was convalescing in Marseille.

I think it fell off their list.

It's heavier than I expected.

Mm.

Doesn't feel like it when you're heading into battle and you have all the adrenaline and such coursing through you.

Did you shoot someone with it?

[Scoffs] I fired it a number of times in the vague direction of the enemy, but who's to know?

I had my eyes shut.

You were very brave just being there.

Your brother was braver than me.

He, uh, used to face death every day without even the means to fight back.

He gave the lie to the idea that all pacifists are cowards.

-He was like that as a boy.

-Huh?

Would never fight the bullies.

Would stand up to them, argue for all he was worth.

Ha ha ha!

I can imagine that.

Ever since I've known Nish, he's always been very proud, very principled.

Perhaps not so principled.

He learned to throw bombs.

To kill.

Really just a different principle.

[Dog barking] Marco: Lucian!

Virat!

Over here!

[Dog barking] Lucian: Hold on.

Hold on, it's loose.

It looks recent.

Get out the way.

[Brakes screech] [Blackshirts speaking Italian] [Dog barking and growling] [Dogs barking, Blackshirts speaking Italian] Unh!

Wait, wait, stop.

[Sighs] God, is that what I think it is?

Oh, Christ!

Jesus.

No, Vi--Virat, Virat don't look.

Hey?

Anish?

Huh?

Anish!

Anish!

[Screaming] [Dog barking] [Blackshirts speaking Italian] [Speaking Italian] Virat: Anish!

[Dog barking, Blackshirts speaking Italian] -Somebody's coming.

We must go.

-We can't leave him here.

-No... -I can't leave him here!

We don't...we have no choice.

-Anish!

Anish!

Anish!

-We have no choice.

-Virat!

-Aargh!

[Dog barking, Blackshirts shouting] -Get off!

-Virat!

-Aargh!

-What are you doing?

The bracelet!

-Virat!

-The bracelet!

[Dog barking] Go.

Go!

[Dog barking] [Dogs growling, Blackshirts chatter] [Speaking Italian] [Sighs] [Dog panting] [Danioni grunts] [Dog barking] Virat was sure?

Lucian: He was absolutely insistent.

Marco: He gave it to Nish when they parted.

It's a, um, it's a charm.

It's meant to be warding off evil.

He'll have to be formally identified.

Yes, of course.

Presumably with the help of the police.

I'd advise against it.

But we must.

It isn't wise, Bella.

But they deserve justice.

Well, they're not very well going to find it here, are they?

How did Virat take it?

He hasn't spoken much.

No, he's in shock, I think.

And, darling, how are you?

I...

I...I ought to go and check on him, I think.

Those poor boys.

[Sighs] What's wrong with this country?

The lunatics have taken over.

I must think of a way to expose Danioni.

To denounce him for his crimes.

But denounce him to who?

I can't just sit on my hands.

But you can't put your life at risk.

Virat's brother, he tried to fight back, and so should I.

But--but then wait.

Wait--wait for a little while.

Let me speak to Carlo.

-Why?

-Because he knows people.

He knows people in high places.

Then perhaps he's a fascist also.

You know that's not true.

Then speak to him if you must.

No, don't go.

Plea... [Sobbing] [Footsteps approaching] Lucian.

What's the matter?

It's, uh...it's Nish.

What happened?

He's dead.

[Sighs] Do you want to tell me about it?

No, I don't, um, think there's anything else to say.

It's, uh... it's Nish and Rose and everyone that I've ever gotten close to, everyone that I care about, they're gone.

Except for you.

I'm still in love with you, Constance.

[Sighs] You've a funny way of showing it.

This--this is torture.

I'm sharing the same space as you.

I am sharing the same air as you.

I...I haven't been able to tell you how I feel, and I've had no idea whether or not you felt the same.

And--and I'm trying to tell myself that I'm not, that it would be better if I just... if I just kept my distance, but... if I were to get close to you, then I would just end up poisoning something that was good between us because there is something about me that's... toxic.

[Inhales] Yet, here you are.

Here I am.

I'm still in love with, you too.

But this isn't going to work.

Why--why?

How can you say that?

Because it's true.

I'm sorry.

I think you should leave.

[Sighs] [Gasps] [Knocking] Bella: Virat?

It's, it's me.

It's Bella Ainsworth.

[Door opens] I just wanted to check that you're alright.

Are you unwell?

No.

Are you hungry?

[Sighs] I can't eat.

I just hate the thought of you up here on your own.

I'm not fit for company.

Perhaps we could pray together.

The gods... they've taken him.

My beloved brother.

I don't think I'll find the urge to pray again.

[Sighs] What are you doing?

I want you to come away with me, Constance.

Constance.

-Constance!

-You don't mean that.

I do.

I am deadly serious!

Oh, well, I can't up sticks and swan off.

I have a son in case you've forgotten.

-We'll take him with us.

-He needs stability.

He needs a father, Constance.

I can be that.

I have to be with you.

I can't fight it anymore.

-I can't fight... -Where would we go?

Anywhere.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

We'd be together.

But it's so sudden.

-Well, we have a few days.

-Days?!

I--I can't remain here any longer.

There's something that I have to do, and after that, I won't be able to stay.

[Bang] [Sighs] I wish you'd come to me earlier.

I would have advised against taking the law into your own hands.

At least you had the sense to leave the body where you found it.

It may not stay there long.

That's something we can agree on.

-Yes.

-If it was Danioni who came looking for you in the woods, then your lives are in danger.

It won't be hard for him to work out who's the most invested in bringing his crimes to light.

Well then, what do you suggest, Carlo?

I must go to Rome immediately to consult with Enzo Colonna at the Interior Ministry.

Bella: Marco.

No.

No!

Carlo, I'm so, so sorry to have dragged you into all of this.

No, no, no.

You have done the right thing.

But now I'm worried that we've put your life in danger.

Enzo will know how to bring all this into the open and who can be trusted to act.

Thank you.

[Hushed voices] [Talking softly] [Carlo scoffs] [Waves lapping, seagulls calling] Constance: Lucian.

What are you hiding?

Constance... Let me see.

What have you got yourself involved in?

This doesn't concern you, Constance.

And yet you want to concern yourself with Tommy and me.

Nish was murdered.

Murdered?

He was shot.

So you plan to shoot someone in turn.

If I must.

There is no "must" in murder.

He will have no justice without it.

I--I--I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I were to leave Nish's death unavenged.

And I couldn't live with a man who chooses to kill in cold blood.

Constance... It's alright.

I know him.

I have come to apologize for acting like a jealous fool.

You have nothing to fear from Carlo.

I wish it was me you looked to for protection and advice.

Carlo is an old friend.

And I'm just the man who loves you.

-Has he gone to Rome?

-Yes.

Yes, he left this afternoon.

Then we can only wait to-- to see what he advises.

Don't do anything rash in the meantime, will you?

I would never put you in danger.

-I should go now.

-No.

Can I introduce you to someone?

Of course.

This is Amelia, my sister, and this is Marco.

It's--it's a great, great pleasure.

[Footsteps approaching] Jack: Mind if I join you?

I was rather hoping you would.

So, I've had time to think Ainsworth, and, yeah, I would be prepared to help you carry out your...restructure.

Shall we shake on it?

So...you want to share the detail?

You have my wife's ring, I take it.

Yeah.

Trust me.

This and a bundle of money, that's all the detail we'll need.

Here's addio to our charming Italian friend.

[Crickets chirping] [Dogs barking] [Church bell ringing] [Blackshirts speaking Italian] [Door opens] [Door closes] [Blackshirts shouting in Italian] [Brakes screeching] [Blackshirts shouting in Italian] [Cocks gun] [Blackshirts speaking Italian] [Dogs barking] [Blackshirts speaking Italian] [Dog panting] [Blackshirts speaking Italian]