Invitations

[theme music playing] [theme music concludes] [thunder rumbling] [tense music playing] Constance!

Mrs. Ainsworth says you're to come to the outhouse.

Bring a basin of hot water with you, and towels!

Billy, what's happened?

Billy!

-[raindrops pattering] -[thunder crackling] [gasps] [soldiers clamoring] [bomb explodes] [gunshots firing] [thunder crackling] Hurry!

[screams] -Lucian.

-[Bella] Anish!

-Yes?

-[Bella] Is that you?

-[Anish] Yes!

-[Bella] Oh, thank goodness!

What a relief.

I don't think he's doing very well.

I need to stop the bleeding, Constance, pass me the towels.

-[gunshots] -[soldiers clamoring] [gasps, screams] Lucian.

Lucian, Lucian!

[in Italian] My love.

It's just a storm... [shushes] It will pass.

[gasps] [shushes] [birds chirping] -[door knocking] -[tense music concluding] [Bella] How is he?

He's stable but weak.

He's lost a good deal of blood.

Do you think he'll be all right?

He's young and strong, although I suspect, his sight might be damaged.

Billy, who... who are those men?

I think it's best I don't make any introductions, Mrs. Ainsworth.

[groans] -Be careful with him.

-[groans] He must see a doctor, please.

Tell them it's essential.

[in Italian] Billy!

Billy, come along.

You need to go and get cleaned up.

And Constance, could you get dressed, please?

I'd like to see you both in my office afterwards.

You have a lot of explaining to do, young man.

Has he said anything else?

About how the boy got injured?

Only what I told you, that it was Mussolini's thugs.

In this sleepy, little town of all places.

-Nish, they're everywhere.

-[tense music playing] Come along.

[tense music concludes] I can't tell you how sorry I am, Mrs. Ainsworth.

-I've let you down.

-Billy, I know you did what you did with the best of intentions.

But it simply cannot happen again.

I promise it won't-- We can't be seen to be taking sides.

Do you understand?

Right.

You may go.

-Sorry, Mom.

-I can't bear to look at you.

I don't know what to say, ma'am.

[sighs] Betty, you don't need to say anything.

It's not your fault.

His brothers used to give him a clip around the ear when he stepped out of line, but now...

It's hard for me on my own, ma'am.

I don't know how to handle a lad of his age.

Billy's accredit to you.

He's just desperate for adventure, that's all.

Ma'am.

[Bella] Constance, I want to express my gratitude to you.

It was nothing, Mrs. Ainsworth.

If I might ask for your discretion.

You can trust me, ma'am.

[birds chirping] Is a tea party really a good idea?

[Bella] Well, yes, it adds another string to our bow, darling, financially.

But Betty's rushed off her feet.

I can manage, ma'am.

You didn't manage very well the other day.

-Alice!

-[Constance] I could lend a hand.

I mean, I'm not in Betty's league, but I could bake biscuits.

Or even a bit of treacle pudding at a push.

I'm not quite sure the good townsfolk of Portofino are ready for our treacle pudding, but thank you, Constance.

I'll take all the help I can get, Conny love.

So, darling, will you take charge?

-Yes, Mother.

-Thank you.

And... and be sure to ask Count Albani what we should serve.

-Is that really necessary?

-Oh, yes, yes.

He was quite insistent about being involved.

I can't imagine his interest in cake extends much beyond eating it.

Well, perhaps it wasn't the cake he was interested in.

[melodious music playing] You should visit the Palazzo Bianco if you have time.

It's got the most -extraordinary Caravaggio.

-[Rose chuckles] I'm afraid we have a lot of errands to run.

And the Doge's palace?

Certainly worth to have a look, from the outside at least.

What's a "doge"?

Uh.

It's sort of like an elected king.

-Genoa had its own king?

-[Lucian] It did.

Uh.

Genoa was the most feared republic in the Mediterranean in its heyday.

We even licensed the Saint George's cross from them to protect our ships.

[Julia] Poppycock!

Saint George is as English as tea in the afternoon.

Old Joe Green even wrote an opera about one of Genoa's most famous Doges, if memory serves.

My husband keeps a box at Covent Garden, Mr. Ainsworth, and I can assure you I've never heard of Joe Green, young or old.

-Giuseppe Verdi?

-Oh, a witticism.

[In Italian] Let's go!

A rather feeble one, it would seem.

Ah, Ainsworth.

Just the man I was looking for.

I don't suppose you could organize -a ride for me?

-I could.

Um.

On a horse?

Good grief, no.

A bicycle.

I was an infantry man, not a donkey wallop.

[chuckles] Oh, my mistake.

I thought I might take a training ride.

Pump some power into the old leg muscles for the battle ahead.

Quite, quite.

Well, um... [hesitates] I'm afraid we certainly don't have any in the hotel.

But you might commandeer one?

-I could certainly try.

-Good man.

[Lizzie Wingfield] Hello.

Oh, should I be looking for a tandem?

Lord, no.

I could do with a couple of hours out of the firing line.

Ah, sorry, my love.

I'm coming.

Ah!

Hello.

A little birdie told me I might find you down here -in the doghouse.

-Master Lucian.

[Lucian] Oh, never mind about all that.

Um.

Do you know where I might be able to get my hands on a bicycle?

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm not sure I do.

Besides, I'm a bit under the pump.

Come on, Billy, I'll, uh, make it worth your while.

[coins clinking] Maybe I do know someone.

Good man.

[ambient music playing] Hello, Mr. Wingfield.

I don't suppose there's anything for me, is there?

Ah.

Oh, no, I'm afraid I don't think there is.

-Are you expecting something?

-A letter from home.

-[Lizzie] All set.

-[Bella] Hello, Mrs. Wingfield.

-Hello.

-[Bella] Good day.

[hums] [Bella] Oh, Luc darling, there's a letter for you.

Oh, wonderful.

And one, two, three for your father.

Would you mind giving them to him, darling?

No.

Not at all.

-You're not wearing your ring.

-Oh.

-[chuckles] -Is everything all right?

Of course.

Why do you ask?

You weren't obliged to sell it?

What a vivid imagination you have.

It's hot.

My hands get swollen and I didn't want the ring to get stuck.

Yeah.

I suppose I just put two and two together and made five.

Yes, you did make five.

Stop worrying.

[chuckles] I'll take these to Papa.

This had better be good news.

Mama wanted me to give you these.

[exhales] Thank you.

Don't let me keep you.

[ambient music concludes] -Your Ladyship.

-Oh, the post!

Mrs. Ainsworth, thank you so much.

-[Bella] These are your letters.

-Thank you.

-The newspaper.

-[Lady Latchmere] Oh!

And darling, there's one for you.

For me?

-It's a local postmark.

-Are you going to open it?

[gasps] It's from Lady Caroline!

What... what does she say?

Oh, Alice!

Don't keep us in suspense.

Right-o.

"Dear Mrs. Mays-Smith, please forgive my unpardonable rudeness for not having written before now to thank you for calling at the Villa Franchesi the week before last."

We don't need every word, darling.

Her mother is inviting us to a light supper.

-A... all of us?

-"You, dear Melissa and your aunt, Mama, Papa, the Drummond-Wards -and Count Albani.

-Do I know these people?

Lady Caroline is the Earl of Harborne's daughter, Aunt.

-Oh, really?

-The Countess looks forward to making your acquaintance, your Ladyship.

I see.

And when is this grand occasion?

The 21st.

[gasps] That's Thursday.

Well, you better go and tell Betty.

Thank you, Mama.

And decide what we're going to wear.

-Yes!

[giggles] -[giggles] -[Alice] Oh!

Count Albani.

-Please.

-[chuckles] -[chuckles] Is it you we have to thank for all the excitement?

What is the reason for it?

Lady Caroline's invited everyone for supper.

Then it is surely Lady Caroline you should be thanking.

Well, whoever's behind it, they've made someone very happy.

-Then I'm happy also.

-Hmm.

Uh.

Your letters.

-Is it far?

-Oh, it's just a short carriage ride into the hills.

I simply cannot be expected to travel any sort of distance after dark.

Perhaps I might be permitted to ride with you, Lady Latchmere?

And offer you my personal protection.

Oh, how kind.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Am I safe to entrust myself with him?

I mean, you know what they say about Italians.

I'm not sure I do, Your Ladyship.

Well, apparently, they're notorious -for it, I've heard.

-Notorious for what, exactly?

Goodness gracious!

Do I have to spell it out for you, Mrs. Ainsworth?

Carlo is certainly very attentive, but also very proper.

Or at least, I have always found him to be that way.

-Is there a Countess Albani?

-He's a widower.

[sighs] Oh.

Well, that explains it.

Thank you very much.

[soft music playing] [coughs] God damn it to hell.

Paola!

[hums] [Constance] Where did you get that, Lottie?

Mr. Wingfield lent them to us to say thank you for Billy finding him a bicycle.

So, what are you doing?

I am... could you hold these for me, please?

Just for a moment.

This is going to be the net.

The net?

You know, for... for tennis.

Good Lord, don't tell me you've never heard of tennis.

-Not that I know of.

-Wimbledon!

No?

This isn't another elaborate jape, is it, Miss March?

Like that business with your letters.

I swear on my life.

[sighs] Well, maybe there is something we can teach you, then.

You ready?

Holding out like this.

Pop!

-[grunts] -[Lucian] Come on, come on.

-Let's go.

-[grunts] [Lucian] One more try, one more try.

-[grunts] -[Lucian laughs] In again.

Second serve.

-Oh!

-[Lottie chuckles] -Yes!

-Whoa!

That was good!

You've got quite an arm on you-- We need to draw some lines.

[Lottie grunts] [Lucian] Right, come on, then.

Miss March, your turn.

[scoffs] Your mother doesn't pay me -to lark around, Mr. Ainsworth.

-Nonsense.

Come on.

-[Lottie chuckling] -All right.

-[Lucian] Ready?

-I'll try.

-[Lottie grunts, chuckles] -[grunts, chuckles] -[Lucian giggles] -[Lottie giggles] Let's have a serve?

[Lottie] Let's go!

-[Constance] Ooh!

[chuckles] -[Lucian] OK. Beautiful!

That was a rally!

[Melissa] Oh, Alice, you have so many pretty dresses.

[gasps] -That one is pretty.

-Maybe we should think about what to say to Lady Caroline -when we're there.

-[Lottie giggling] [Melissa] Do you think the house will be absolutely huge?

I told my mother that I'd meet someone special over here.

Oh, look at this sweet little dress, -that's Lottie's.

-Great!

You're not getting anywhere with you holding it like that.

Hand on the grip.

Right.

Firm down the racket and then nice circle.

Follow through.

Right?

Mm-hmm.

There you go.

See?

[Melissa] What about this one?

-[chuckles] Alice!

-Oh, gosh, no.

-I look about 100 in that one.

-I think it's pretty.

-This one.

-That one is pretty.

Try that?

-[soft music concludes] -[indistinct chatter] ["La Donna È Mobile" playing] [in Italian] Excuse me!

[woman in Italian] Look at that!

[exhales] [exhales] Oh!

Crikey, it's baking.

Isn't it wonderful?

Pelham will fry, cycling in this heat.

They say you have to be mad or English to go out in the middle of the day.

[chuckles] I must be both.

I'll look like a lobster, if I'm not careful.

[seagulls squawking] Don't you feel it?

Sure, if I stay out too long.

But do you, you know?

Go darker?

We all change color in the sun, honey.

You don't mind me asking?

I've been asked worse than that.

-[chuckles] -[Claudine chuckling] Do you know, I think I might go for a wander.

Maybe get a drink.

You go ahead.

I'll join you in a bit.

[melodious music playing] [soft music concludes] -[in Italian] Hi.

-[in Italian] Hi.

[in Italian] You are Mrs. Turner.

-I've seen you at the Hotel.

-Roberto.

Roberto Albani.

Hmm.

Pleased to meet you, Roberto Albani.

Um.

My English is, um, little.

Don't worry, honey.

We don't need to talk.

You like?

Sure, I like.

-[smooches] -[smooches] [melodious music concludes] [indistinct chatter] He wasn't impressed by your Italian.

I may as well have been speaking Chinese.

Thank heavens you know how to point.

-[laughs] -[Lucian laughs] [indistinct chatter] -[woman in Italian] Thank you.

-[in Italian] Thank you.

Don't... don't... don't, Lucian, it's not worth it.

-Come on, let's go.

-[tense music playing] [man in Italian] -Come on, Lucian, keep walking.

-They're following us.

Just... just keep walking.

Ignore them.

We don't want to make things worse.

[in Italian] Hey, you!

What are you doing?

[Anish] Don't make any eye contact.

[indistinct chatter] [in Italian] Let's go.

Signori, may I be of assistance?

Uh.

N... no.

Thank you.

We don't require any assistance.

They will not harm you in daylight.

Perhaps just humiliate you Please, this way.

Your hotel is that way.

How do you know where we're staying?

Everyone knows where the English live.

-I'm not an Englishman.

-Then you only behave like one.

My friends met you there this morning.

There's no one else in Portofino who looks like you.

[Anish] How is the boy?

[Gianluca] He'll be lucky to see again.

Has someone else examined him?

[Gianluca] The doctors here, they're not for people like us.

[Anish] And who are the people like you?

The ones who fight.

We've both seen the horrors that happen when men fight.

Then what will you do when they come for you?

There are no fascisti in England.

[scoffs] Of course there are, my friend.

They just have not put on a shirt yet.

Well... Nish!

[tense music concludes] "Then the fair Helen chose a prince -whose name was Me..." -Menelaus.

"The brother of Agamemnon..." That's right.

"...who reigned in M..." [hesitates] [chuckles] It's... it's "Mycenae."

You're really doing very well.

I wasn't told you had company.

It's all right.

We're reading Homer.

-Ah.

-The children's version.

-Uh.

Did you want something?

-It can wait.

Oh, come on.

I was hoping you could tell me where this is.

Uh.

"L'Ancora."

It's a tavern.

It's in town.

"We are fighting to defend the fatherland."

"We are building a new Italy."

"We are defending social justice."

[giggles] All rather schoolboy, isn't it?

Very cloak-and-dagger, all this anti-Fascism.

Don't tell me you're actually thinking of going.

You're mocking me?

For wanting to inform myself.

-All right, don't be so-- -Do you think Mussolini is a joke?

No, I think that all politicians are contemptible, of whatever stripe.

[scoffs] I'm sorry.

It's not worth falling out over.

I just thought it wouldn't hurt to know a little more about what was happening here.

It's all right, I should be the one apologizing -for being such a dilettante.

-I've ruined your lesson.

-Oh, we'd almost finished.

-Please, don't leave on my account.

They'll be wanting to know where I am.

Oh, you mustn't think much of us at all, arguing over nothing.

[Constance] Well, it didn't seem like nothing to me.

My brother Arthur says there's a Fascist lurking in all of us.

-He sounds like a wise man.

-[scoffs] Not really.

He emigrated to Canada and he can't stand -the cold.

[chuckles] -[chuckles] Do you have a big family?

[melancholic music playing] Not anymore.

It's just me mom left at home now and little Tommy.

It must have been hard for her to let you go.

And what about you, Mr. Sengupta?

I haven't seen my family for the better part of ten years.

-Ten years?

-[Lucian] Yes, his father packed him off to be educated like an Englishman.

Oh.

And how long does that take?

I'll let you know when I find out.

[melancholic music concludes] -[Alice] Where have you been?

-I'm sorry, ma'am.

If I've rung the bell once, I've rung it a 1,000 times.

Help Francesco and take these up to Mrs. Turner's room.

She can't seem to get into her bathroom.

Of course, ma'am.

[door knocking] Leave it over there, please.

Can you help me, honey?

I've got sand everywhere.

[melodious music playing] [moans] It's all right.

No law against looking.

I guess you haven't seen skin like mine before, have you?

Mm.

I imagine Helen of Troy, she must have looked a lot like you.

[chuckles] -And who's Helen of Troy?

-A woman in my book.

-They fought wars over her.

-Hmm.

Well, I'll do my best not to start another.

Wars are bad for business.

-[giggles] -[giggles] [melodious music concludes] ♪ He is an English man ♪ ♪ For he himself has said it ♪ ♪ And it's greatly To his credit ♪ ♪ That he is an English man ♪ ♪ That he is an English man!

♪ ♪ For he might have been A Roosian ♪ ♪ A French Or Turk, or Proosian ♪ ♪ Or perhaps Italian ♪ ♪ Or perhaps Italian... ♪ [Bella] Oh, Lady Latchmere.

-Oh!

[chuckles] -I didn't see you there.

I keep on telling myself I must get dressed for dinner.

This song always makes me smile.

[chuckles] Indeed.

The Italians gave us opera and this is what we did with it.

We are a funny nation.

I suppose we always have Elgar.

You know I...

I saw HMS Pinafore at the Savoy, before the war.

Did you?

With Ernest.

Ernest?

He's my youngest.

[Bella] Oh my, he is handsome.

Yes, he is.

Was.

He, um...

He... he trod on a landmine.

[melancholic music playing] Somewhere called Mount Sorrel.

He died nine years ago tomorrow.

He'd only been there five minutes.

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality."

[mutters] Yeah.

That's... that's beautifully expressed.

Oh, it's not me.

It's by my favorite poet.

Here.

Oh!

Emily Dickinson.

-Oh, for me?

-Yes, of course.

Oh, thank you very much, my dear.

That's very kind.

And, uh... And thank you for listening.

[melancholic music concludes] How's your friend, Billy?

I, uh, promised Mrs. Ainsworth I'd stay out of it.

-Don't you want to know?

-[tense music playing] I got word this afternoon.

They think he might lose the eye.

-Are you nearly finished, Billy?

-Yes, Mrs. Mays-Smith.

-Mr. Sengupta.

-[Anish] Hmm.

[tense music concludes] I'll send Francesco up later, Mrs. Turner.

To fetch everything.

-There's really no need.

-Take it, child.

I couldn't... Would you prefer one of these?

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Oh, it's easy enough!

Come on, let me show you.

Sit down.

[melodious music playing] Never mind them fighting over me, honey.

You have everything it takes to start your own damn war.

-[chuckles] -[chuckles] -No one notices me.

-It's because you're hiding.

You can't be afraid to show them what you've got, what you want.

Mrs. Mays-Smith won't like it.

It isn't her we're aiming to please.

[chuckles] [indistinct chatter] [whistles] Sorry.

-[clears throat] -Please.

Thank you.

-Left on your own, again?

-Seems that way.

Something about you.

It's different.

[indistinct chatter] -How do you pronounce that?

-Uh...

It sounds quite complicated.

[bell dings] [indistinct chatter] Put it over there.

-Is she new?

-It's Constance, the nanny.

If you'll excuse me.

[Bella] Cecil, where are you going?

Mm?

It's a surprise.

-Caught the sun, look at me now.

-Can you hold that, please?

Oh, for heaven's sake!

[speaking Italian] Buongiorno.

Er, Spedizione?

Delivery, yes?

Ah, there she is.

Oh, Christ, please, please... please be careful with her.

Right, follow me!

Avante.

[applauds] I'll be back soon, okay.

-Ah, there you are.

-Yes.

I saw the truck from my window.

-All in one piece?

-It seems to be.

I'll, uh, show it to you later or I shall be missed at tea.

Oh, no.

You go ahead.

Ah, we can leave the grand-dame waiting until tomorrow.

Uh-huh, I'm sure it'll be worth the wait.

Yes.

Well, let's hope so.

Was there something else?

Ah, of course.

Typical bloody Italians.

Delivery for you.

-That's right.

-From England.

Uh.

I fail to see what business that is of yours.

[laughs] Everything here is the business of the Consiglio Comunale, Signor Ainsworth.

Police, licensing.

Taxes on imports, for example.

-[laughs] -[laughs] Well, there's nothing to concern you here.

Mm-hmm.

-[Cecil] More tea?

-[Vincenzo] Yeah.

-All gone?

-[Constance] Every last one.

-[Betty] Well, that were quick!

-They wolfed them down.

I had to beg every cucumber within three miles for those.

Count Albani had most of them.

I lost count at seven.

I love a man with a good appetite.

Gives us something to hold onto.

-[laughs] Betty!

-[laughs] It's hard to imagine him with that slip of a girl.

-You hadn't noticed?

-Noticed what?

Him making eyes at Mrs. Mays-Smith.

She's half his age!

She is, but she could do a lot worse.

I bet he could put a smile back on that sourpuss of hers.

-[shushes] -[laughs] What happened to Lottie's father?

Same as happened to the rest of them.

The war.

He got half his face blown off.

It was a blessing he didn't survive.

Right.

Chop-chop, come on!

Let's get these plated up.

There's nowt so sad as a cold Fat Rascal.

-[giggles] True, true.

-You all right, Billy son?

Here, come on.

Hurry up.

Paola, ready?

-Ready.

Ready.

-[Betty] Yeah.

-All good?

-[Betty] Yeah, let's go.

[in Italian] If you'll excuse me.

[in Italian] Please, please.

Ah, Signor Danioni, surely you're not looking for something else to steal.

[Vincenzo giggles] Please, please.

You know what?

I really think we should be friends.

Ah.

But friends don't blackmail one another.

Again this word.

Look, you've given me a gift for my wife.

-Mm?

-Hmm, uh... -[giggles] -[giggles] And I've given you customers for your hotel.

This is how it works between friends.

-[in Italian] Give and take.

-Exactly.

Give and take.

And then, of course, you know, some have more to give than others.

But... but that's the way it is.

I'll see you around.

[Cecil] Sorry about that.

My wife ordered this tea part-- Oh, no.

Not a bit of it.

I've got plenty to keep me busy.

Now... [exhales] ...the moment of truth.

Yeah.

Here she is.

First impressions?

Well, it's smaller than I expected.

-[Cecil] Is that a problem?

-[Jack chuckles] Well, you don't buy art by the yard.

Of course.

-Mm.

-Well?

[sighs] Well, I'm not the expert.

[Cecil] But what's your instinct?

Well, it's... it's certainly his style.

Excellent.

Yeah, but before you get too excited, remember he had a workshop churning out hundreds of these things.

Some he painted himself, some he painted a little.

And, oh, some he just supervised.

It's more likely "school of Rubens" than Rubens.

But, uh, it, uh, it could pass?

Yeah, it could pass.

-And how much to authenticate?

-Oh.

-A few 100 dollars, maybe.

-No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, uh, how much to ensure it's authenticated?

Oh.

[chuckles] 40% if she goes for over 100,000.

One percent less for every 2,000 beneath.

Let's start at 25, shall we?

-Thirty.

-Done.

Now, it goes without saying, I'll need a copy of the letter of authentication and a down payment before I'll hand her over.

It goes without saying.

It's a deal.

[chuckles] [Cecil] I'll, uh, I'll have Francesco have it locked up until tomorrow.

Yeah.

[melodious music playing] [dog barking] [Julia] Are you feeling any better, darling?

-A little better.

-[Julia] Well enough to come?

-I'd only spoil it for you.

-[Julia] Very well.

Although I have to say I'm very disappointed in you, Rose.

I'm sorry, Mama.

I did tell you not to stay out in the sun so long.

You'll end up looking like one of the locals.

You're sure you don't mind?

I'll say it again, I don't mind.

Ainsworth says this uh, Harborne guy's got a massive pile back in London.

-Packed full of art, apparently.

-He sounds like quite the catch.

[chuckles] Oh, come on, baby.

Baby, come on.

Don't be mad.

You know I'd much rather be here with you.

I've hardly seen you the whole goddamn time.

Well, I have business to take care of.

No, Jack, you have to take care of me.

You don't want to be seen out with me.

Is that it?

Oh, Jesus!

Claudine.

Come on, I already told you.

The Drummond-Ward girl has a migraine.

There's only room for one.

Hey!

I brought you here, didn't I?

I'm beginning to wonder why.

Careful.

[melancholic music playing] [melancholic music concludes] There you go.

[indistinct chatter] [jazz music playing] [Lizzie laughs] [laughs] God, I wish I could dance like you.

Don't you know a professional when you see one, honey?

-You dance for a living?

-Amongst other things.

[chuckles] My name's in lights.

-Claudine Pascal.

-It sounds so French.

Oh, I wasn't gonna cut it as Louella Mae Dobbs.

-In Paris of all places.

-[laughs] Madame.

-Where is your husband?

-He's gone to bed.

He's awfully boring when he's got a tournament.

All right.

Come on!

Rose.

Your mother said you had a migraine.

I feel much better now.

Come on in.

Join us, honey.

Nobody here's about to tell you no.

[in Italian] Thank you.

-You can do it!

-[laughs] That's very good!

-Whoo!

-Oh!

Hey!

Champagne!

-Yay!

-Yay!

[soft music playing] ♪ Hi love, how you feel?

♪ ♪ No matter what they told you ♪ [laughs] ♪ You deserve To be whatever you may dream ♪ ♪ Some lipstick And your smile ♪ ♪ And you got everything To shine ♪ ♪ Wear your smile and fly!

♪ ♪ Your life begins tonight ♪ ♪ Whatever you want... ♪ -[cheers] -[cheers] ♪ Whoever you want ♪ ♪ And when I look At you that way ♪ ♪ No matter what they say ♪ ♪ Here's another... ♪ Rose, shall we dance?

Yes!

-Oh!

-Oh!

-[gasps] -[gasps] Oh my God, you look so beautiful!

[laughs] ♪ Whatever you like ♪ ♪ Whoever you like ♪ ♪ And when they look At you that way ♪ ♪ No matter what they say... ♪ -Come on, Lottie.

Time for bed.

-Oh, just a bit longer.

-I said time for bed.

-[Lottie] Aw.

♪ Italy ♪ [jazz music concludes] [crowd applauds, cheers] Thank you, thank you.

[jazz music playing] [indistinct chatter] [women cheering] [laughs] That was thrilling.

Thank you so much.

Oh, wow!

Something thrilling's going on inside.

Yes.

Wasn't it just?

[music continues] Rose!

[Claudine chuckles] [laughs] Oh!

Now, that's a party.

Now, that was... [sighs] ...rather unfortunate timing.

Did my mother say anything?

She said it might be an idea for us all to go to bed.

Hmm.

[smacks lips] Well, I'm not going to be able to sleep now.

-I'm completely wired.

-Me too.

[exhales] What do you think?

I think that it's rather a long way to walk.

Perhaps we don't have to.

[men singing in Italian] ♪ Bandiera rossa trionferà Bandiera rossa la trionferà ♪ To think that a daughter of mine would behave in such a disgraceful manner.

In front of members of the opposite sex.

In front of Bella Ainsworth, of all people!

Lord alone knows what your father's going to say when I write and tell him about this.

And I will, I'll tell him about this...

I think it's here.

I think it's here.

[Anish] Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I have the pamphlet.

[Lucian] Go on, then.

[indistinct chatter] [in Italian] And I say it is them, not us, who are the enemies of truth.

Of justice, of civic responsibility.

Because it is them, not us, who seek to bind Italian people in subservient flattery, to the lies and the mystical nonsense of the king and the Catholic church.

[vehicle approaching] [whistle blowing] [in Italian] -[indistinct chatter] -[ominous music playing] [man grunting] [in Italian] [in Italian] Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

-[whistle blowing] -[crowd clamoring] -[grunts] -[groans] [ominous music concludes] Pelham: We'’re in trouble.

Lizzie: How bad is it?

Pelham: I can'’t pay the bill.

Lizzie: The hotel bill?

Pelham: The bar bill, any of it!

Cecil: Jack says we shouldn'’t settle for a penny less than a hundred thousand.

Lucian: My father finds fault in almost everything that I do.

Constance: Will you swim with me?

Lucian: Of course.

Constance: I thought you might show me the cave.

Bella: I simply cannot afford to keep paying you.

Vincenzo: You are a resourceful woman.

You will find another way.

Bella: You are a resourceful man.

So will you.

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