And the murdered woman,
she was the boy's stepmother?
His father's wife.
And his brother, who was always jealous of him,
led their father to see what was going on.
But the Duke was anyway tired of his wife.
She was very greedy for money
as well as young lovers.
You have some charming ancestors.
I don't know what these rooms were for,
or who used them.
My grandfather, the old Prince, used to say
that a house of which one knows every room
is not worth living in.
The last member of the family to live here
was my uncle, Alfonso.
He had to move out
because he was being poisoned.
Not by a person, but by bits of gold leaf
falling from the ceiling into his coffee cup.
It was found to contain arsenic.
Come.
This is how they spent the money
that might have come to me.
One of the princes from the last centuries
spent everything he had on staging comedia,
in which he always starred.
It would take Mr. Verver's millions to fix this up.
Fortunately, he has them.
Yes.
Are you really going to Baden-Baden?
Why on earth Baden-Baden?
Because some kind people kindly asked me.
I wish I could go home.
But you can't stand America
for more than five minutes.
It has the merit of being very far away from you...
and your fiancée.
You know what I'd really like for you?
You'd like me to get married too.
What sort of person do you have in mind for me?
Someone good and kind and clever...
and rich.
Will you help me find this magnificent husband?
Someone to make me forget you?
Oh, Charlotte.
No, there is no choice.
I have no money.
I don't care.
Please don't do this.
Charlotte.
Charlotte!
I can't believe it.
Fanny, it's too good to be true.
Charlotte is here in London?
When did she come?
I thought she was in Baden.
And she's with you at this very moment?
But I have to see her at once.
Fanny, dearest, please.
Of course.
I insist.
Thank you, dearest, bless you.
It's too wonderful!
Charlotte has come for our wedding.
Amerigo, you'll meet Charlotte.
I always liked Charlotte. Of all your friends in school,
I thought she was the best for you.
Imagine, here was this splendid, noble girl
who knew every language and every country in the world,
and here was this creeping little American thing,
terrified out of my wits.
She made me her friend.
What are you looking at?
Something unique.
It's a very handsome present from our bridegroom.
It's interesting for me because it shows
the ancestor after whom I'm named-
Amerigo.
This Amerigo sailed in the wake of Columbus,
and somehow managed it that the new continent
was named after him, not poor old Columbus.
And ever since,
in every generation,
one son in the family
is called Amerigo.
Amerigo.
Now you must do something for me,
my dear, grand Amerigo.
Go and bring Charlotte.
She's staying with the Assinghams,
but of course, she has to stay with us.
Will you bring my friend?
Si.
I don't feel it's fair for me
just to give you a push and let you go.
Let me go? You're not letting me go.
You and Amerigo
are only moving next door, practically-
the Carlton House Terrace.
But now it will be he and I, and you alone.
We've lost our symmetry.
Symmetry?
Is it your wish then that to keep it,
I had better get married too?
Well, if you did, I'd understand.
I certainly would.
And I know that it was my fault.
Your fault?
Come here, my darling.
You're such a silly, silly girl.
Do you know, the English would call you absurd?
And in an American city, what would we call you?
You know the words.
Talking through your hat.
Yes, yes, yes.
Talking through your hat.
You did a wonderful thing for him, Fanny.
I mean it.
If I had to choose a wife for him,
Maggie is perfect.
In herself, of course.
And of course, in her father.
It was wonderful of you to introduce them.
I want to do something wonderful
for you, too, Charlotte.
You can't spend your whole life
being a guest in other people's houses.
You're made for a grand life,
not a poor one.
You're not a poor person, Charlotte.
All the same, that's what I am-
poor.
You've never told Maggie?
That you and the Prince knew each other?
No.
Haven't we all decided it's for the best?
That everyone should have a fresh start?
A fresh start.
I was telling the Prince, all we hear about nowadays
is him and the coming great event.
My dear chap, we all have to go through it.
Fanny will take care of me.
Oh yes, Fanny takes care of everyone.
So it's all right.
It's more than all right.
See? You're not rid of me.
I'm glad you've returned to us.
I couldn't miss Maggie's wedding.
You mustn't miss anything.
And Baden-Baden was just too beastly,
all those hotels and the people in them,
the shops full of the most vulgar, awful things-
Pink shoes and umbrellas to match.
A lot of rubbish that no one would want to buy.
Exactly! I had to leave
because I couldn't find anything good enough
to give Maggie for a wedding present.
You must help me find something, Prince.
I know from our days in Rome how you can bargain.
Yes, in Rome, with my poor old Romans,
but in London I'm not so effective.
There's nothing here that she could wear.
Is there anything that you could wear?
Are you offering me a gift?
Would you take it?
If I did, what should I do with it?
Wear it.
And if I did, would I go home
and show it to Maggie as your present?
Why in the world not?
This is what I came back for,
to be with you as we used to be
in our days in Rome.
Charlotte, why are you saying this?
- I have to. - You must not.
I want to say it.
I want you to know that I came back
for us to be together one more time before-
before what you're going to do.
I'm not asking anything from you.
What am I asking?
An hour or two, no more.
Yes. An hour or two to buy a present
for your friend.
I had to come. I missed you so much.
I thought my heart-
Do you like it?
What is it?
It's cut out of a single, perfect crystal.
Perfect?
I can promise you that you will never find any joint
or any piecing together.
Even if I were to scrape off the gold?
I'll wait for you outside.
You couldn't scrape the gold off it.
It's been put on by some very old process.
Is there something the matter with it?
It's to be a present for a friend.
If it has a flaw, I must know what it is.
Your friend would never find a flaw.
Let me think about it.
I will keep it for you.
Thank you.
It seems so much the right thing.
Didn't you see?
See what?
It has a crack.
I saw no crack.
I only saw that it was beautiful.
That's the danger.
Danger?
To your marriage?
Danger to your happiness?
To everything.
You know how superstitious I am.
Yes, papa.
Steady.
Let's put him back.
Attaboy.
Here we are.
I'm so pleased.
Oh, so pleased to be here.
Is it just exactly how you imagined?
Oh, I think it's even more wonderful!
We must find Father.
He'll be so happy to see you.
Welcome to Fawns, Charlotte.
Thank you so much for having me, Mr. Verver.
Charlotte's boat train to Victoria was late,
but here she is, safe and sound at last.
She hasn't slept a wink, so I'm taking her to her room.
- Good idea. - You can talk to her later.
Maggie has put you in the Red Room.
It has two wonderful Canaletto views of the house.
Unfortunately, they're not ours.
It's so good to have you here,
where you'll be appreciated,
where you're loved.
I'm sure Charlotte is appreciated
wherever she goes.
You'll have the best room and I promise you
there are no ghosts in it.
Here's Charlotte.
Charlotte.
She's extremely tired,
so I'm tucking her straight into bed.
I don't want to go to bed.
You'll have to visit later. You look very tired to me.
Your room is right this way.
You know what I think?
Hmm?
That you are a tiny bit homesick.
I am at home.
Homesick for Italy.
Naturally, you'd want to see Rome again,
a grand Roman like you.
There's no reason now we shouldn't go.
You mean, now that Charlotte is here?
I would feel perfectly easy
about leaving Father and the Principino
in her care.
And Charlotte is very competent.
Yes, she's very practical.
I suppose she's had to be.
But she's romantic, too.
We must go-
if only to improve my abysmal Italian.
It would be so good to be in Rome.
You and I...
alone...
together.
That's really fine.
Really fine.
Do you know who these ladies are?
Les Dames de Carité.
I've often wondered who they are.
I don't know their names. They came with the house.
And what of the painters?
Hmm, the painters?
They, too, shall remain nameless.
Charlotte, come to the study.
There's something I must show you.
Come now.
These are by Raphael.
This is the very first drawing of his I ever bought.
I've been lucky over the years...
and now I have five.
They never come on the market anymore.
This is my newest discovery.
But is it by Raphael?
Or is it by Perugino, his teacher?
It's beautiful.
Anyone would want it.
Don't you agree?
Yes!
I take these with me
wherever I go.
They make me feel at home
in all the rented places we live in.
They're like old friends
who can stay as long as they like.
I've had a letter from a Mr. Gutermann-Seuss.
He writes he has a very interesting set
of Turkish tiles.
I plan to visit Mr. Gutermann-Seuss.
One never knows what one might not find.
Before she was married, I always took Maggie with me.
I couldn't leave her alone in a hotel.
As you know, after her mother died,
there was no one else, only she and I.
So from the age of 10,
she has visited every dealer in Europe,
even some quite shady characters
buying and selling stolen goods
in some little room in a back alley.
These are the plans for the museum
I'm building in American City.
Would you like to see?
My ambition is to create a Roman palace
on a piece of barren wasteland.
These are the galleries,
Medieval collection,
Roman statuary.
Oh, the good citizens of American City
are not too pleased with the statuary.
There is some talk of fig leaves,
even putting
brown paper swimming costumes
on them.
That's how they solved the problem
at the Uffizi.
Ridiculous.
They don't deserve your generosity.
I guess they'd rather have, uh,
new gasworks in American City.
That's where I got my start-
from bituminous coal. It's a soft coal,
makes the best coking coal in the world-
with the help of immigrant labor, of course,
stoking the ovens.
They used to work 12 hours a day,
seven days a week, year after year.
They've never seen anything beautiful...
all their lives long.
I want to give them something...
give something back-
more than lumps of black coal.
I owe it to them-
to bring to them all the treasures I can find.
So I go out and buy it for them.
Like a pirate, I go on my raiding expeditions,
ransacking and plundering,
get the loot, and I hide it.
I keep it here, Paris, Italy,
some in Spain-
vaults, banks, warehouses.
And one day I'll pack it up
and take it all back home with me.
It'll all go here.
to the ungrateful citizens of American City.
That's my plan
for the future.
My dilemma, of course,
is it's a large task for one man.
I shouldn't be keeping you up.
I promised to take good care of you.
Maggie gave me the idea it was the other way around.
Whichever way,
I know she'd be mighty glad
that we're keeping each other company.
She, uh...
she hates for me to be alone without her.
She has this odd idea that she's forsaken me.
Well, I suppose that when a girl marries,
she does in a sense forsake her father.
Maybe... in a sense.
But I feel bad that she feels bad...
about me, and...
I'm keeping you up with all this talk.
No, no, not at all.
Well, we should get some sleep.
Charlotte?
I'm glad you've stayed on.
I'm happy to be here.
If I do go to Camberwell to see
Mr. Gutermann-Seuss' Turkish tiles...
I might come with you.
I would like that very much.
Wonderful.
Good night, Charlotte.
Good night.
You'd better prepare yourself.
"I finally plucked up my courage
and asked Charlotte to be my wife.
And Charlotte, wonderful as she is,
has answered, ‘Provided Maggie and the Prince approve.’
So we should be starting for Rome
to obtain in person
what we most anxiously hope and trust
will be your consent."
Our consent.
"And of course, we shall not miss the opportunity
to take in all the new work at the Palazzo,
of which you write such tantalizing reports."
They'll be here-
What's the date? The fourth.
They'll be here, I think, Wednesday
or Thursday at the latest.
- Maggie! - Charlotte.
Father.
Mag.
Do show Charlotte the Palazzo.
She's never seen it.
I'm dying to be taken
on a personal Princely tour.
If you had seen it the way it was
just two years ago-
it's a miracle what has been done.
Do show her.
And this is where the first Duke kept his museum of mummies,
in case you've forgotten.
Whenever he returned from battle,
he brought his captives back,
killed them and stuffed them with straw
and dressed them-
Dear old Italy. Ha ha!
It's impossible to walk side by side
with that hat.
Not that it isn't absolutely splendid.
A present from my fiancé.
But I haven't yet had your consent,
or any word from you.
Are you not pleased to be presented
with a bouncing baby stepmother?
What you are doing will take great courage.
Not only from you...
but from both of us.
It will take all our best intentions,
Charlotte, for them...
All our...
our care.
They're good and...
and kind.
Of course.
They're good children-
and the children of good children.
You had several, remember?
Hello?
There they are. Hello.
- Oh! - Lady Cosby.
William Shepp.
Ah, you look marvelous.
They are certainly a handsome couple.
Do you call a stepmother and her son-in-law a couple?
What else do you call them when they're seen together
here, there and everywhere?
I don't know what she thinks she's doing.
What do you expect her to do,
stay locked up in Mr. Verver's cabinets
along with his other handsome pieces?
... Three nights in a row.
I heard it from her lips.
You liar.
You're lovely.
Ahem.
Fanny?
You say your husband is ill?
He felt too ill to come?
No, dear. If he had, I wouldn't have left.
And yet Maggie was worried?
She worries easily, you know,
at least about her father.
Don't you think it would be more appropriate
for his wife to worry about him than for his daughter?
You know how things are with us.
Father and daughter are happiest
when they're alone.
They're forever arranging for it,
"I'll come to you in Cleveland Row."
"No, I'll come to you
in Carlton House Terrace."
They're like two children
arranging a doll's tea party.
They love it. They're cozy together.
And where does that leave you?
To be cozy on my own, I suppose.
And the Prince?
We're in the same boat, you know.
You are naturally in Mr. Verver's boat.
Isn't the Prince also in Mr. Verver's boat?
Where would he be, if he were not?
- Where would you be? - Precisely.
But now where I am is fixed-
fixed as a pin
stuck up to its head in a cushion.
Good evening. Signora...
His Royal Highness
has expressed a desire for your company.
May I have the great honor
of introducing you to His Royal Highness?
What in the world would
His Royal Highness want with me?
You must go immediately.
It's a summons.
They send for Charlotte through you?
No, my dear. As you see,
through the Italian ambassador.
That's your ambassador.
She's treated as your appendage.
My "appendage"-
cara mia, what a name!
I have noticed before with you...
you like to have a thing
without calling it by its name.
I am as ready as the next fellow
to call a spade a spade.
Then let me name this "spade."
Mrs. Verver should be known less
as your mother-in-law, and a little more
as her husband's wife.
For that, Mr. Verver should be known
a little more as his wife's husband.
She's no one's appendage.
She is a splendid...
wonderful creature in her own right.
So is your wife.
Believe me, cara,
I know how fortunate I am
in my wife, in my father-in-law,
in my mother-in-law,
and...
in my friend.
We are to be photographed.
Come on.
Are you composed, madam?
- Yes. - Then, we will expose.
Excellent.
And once more.
That's perfect.
Now...
are you ready?
Si.
Very well. Are you comfortable?
Yes.
Then I shall expose.
Good.
Next.
Oh, damn.
Would you get that for me, Bob?
I've got it.
I still don't see
why you should blame yourself.
He needed a rich wife, she a rich husband.
I introduced him to Maggie.
I helped him because I trusted him.
I still do.
Then you've made up your mind
that it's all poor Charlotte?
If only she'd leave him alone.
Perhaps he doesn't want to be left alone.
Don't forget, the man's in a position
where he has nothing in the world to do.
Poor, dear, little Maggie.
I'm to blame. I should've told her.
That her husband and her friend had been... acquainted?
I never did understand why that had to be kept from her.
There are things in life that Maggie does not-
should not know.
Don't you feel that?
One has to protect her innocence.
In that case, is it any wonder
that the Prince is bored with her?
No man of sense would want to be married
to an ignorant child.
Come to bed.
"Come to bed."
That's your solution to everything.
Mm.
Mm-hmm?
Mary, Queen of Scots.
Whoa... whoa...
whoa.
Good afternoon, madam.
Thank you.
Oh, thank you, ma'am.
Walk on!
Why have you come in a cab?
Where's your motor?
I left it at home.
I wanted to feel as I used to
when I could do as I liked.
I don't remember that you ever liked...
knocking about in discomfort.
It seems to me I liked everything then.
Anyway, it brings back the old feelings.
They come back.
They do.
Everything comes back.
Uh, you must...
awfully want your tea.
So let me give you a good, strong cup.
Maggie has taken the boy to Cleveland Row.
As usual,
they came before 11:00, and they're still there.
I wonder what they think-
what I'm doing,
what becomes of me while they're so happy together?
Or, what becomes of you?
Of course,
I'm happy they are happy,
and they so adore my boy.
They'd have done the same for one of yours.
It will never be.
Never?
Never.
It would have been better for you.
It would have taken more than any child of mine.
It would have taken more than 10 children,
could I have had them to keep our two spouses apart.
It's strange, isn't it...
the way you and I are so immensely alone?
Because they are so immensely together.
Yes, it has struck me.
Sometimes...
sometimes I feel, instead of more,
I understand less and less these people
amongst whom I've married.
Americans.
They're too different.
You understand me.
Oh, you.
You are the same as I am.
You mean, Italian and terrible.
No.
American and terrible.
And they?
They're simple,
and they're good.
That is why we have to protect them.
Isn't that what we said, in Rome, we would do?
Act together to care for them?
Yes, we have to act together.
Heaven knows they do.
When you go home,
where will you say you've been?
I shall say I've been here.
Keeping you company in your solitude.
What else, my dear?
What in the world else can we do?
Oh, your invitation to Matcham.
Will that be all, sir?
Thank you.
We got ours yesterday.
We'll have a good time, I promise you.
Those Matcham weekends are such fun.
Oh...
Packing for your weekend?
I hear you've cried off.
Maggie told you, did she?
I asked her to.
I didn't dare tell you myself.
Such a pity.
She would have enjoyed it.
She's a very silly girl.
She should go. I told her so.
If nothing else, she shouldn't be depriving Amerigo
of a good time.
Amerigo is going.
I can't show up at Matcham by myself.
Should we, uh...
be asking him to leave Maggie?
I'm sure he'd prefer to stay with his wife.
No doubt,
but I can't carry the whole thing off by myself, can I?
Charlotte-
would it matter so very much
if you, too, did not go?
No.
Of course you must go.
The whole world has to see you
in all your splendor.
It can't be wasted on just one husband.
You know, Adam,
we can't all hide ourselves away from the world.
Someone has to go to this sort of things,
whether we want to or not.
I know, I know. Did you speak to him?
To whom?
Amerigo. What did he have to say?
About what?
About the two of you
going to Matcham alone.
What could he say,
since it was your wish and not his, nor mine?
When you get there,
everyone will feel very sorry for you,
that you're married to a dreary husband
who does nothing and goes nowhere.
That's what they will say.
They can say what they like.
And we can do what we like.
Absolutely right.
One should always follow one's clear conscience.
What about this one?
This is beautiful.
Shall we try it?
Oh, yes.
I think he cheated.
How is it possible to cheat on a bicycle?
Italians can be very devious.
One of his ancestors was a pope,
and there were any number of cardinals,
all of them with dozens of children.
If that's not cheating, I would like to know what is.
With these grand Romans, it's "Aut Caesar aut nihil,"
either a Caesar or nothing.
"Aut vincere aut mori..."
to win or to die. Good show.
- Very well done. - Bravo, Prince.
Bravissimo.
That's very becoming.
Come on, it's our turn.
No, I don't think
Maggie and her father would like it here.
If it's so bad for them,
how can it be good for you?
You needn't be ashamed of me.
For four years
I've lived the life,
I've thought the thoughts
that best suited Maggie and her father.
But there are times when I have to get out
and stretch my legs a little.
You mean, you need to have
your own kind of a good time?
No, for that I wouldn't be here.
I'd be where I belong,
in the air I was born to breathe.
So you still long for it?
For Rome?
What do you think?
Every minute.
Every bit of me.
I'm just a silly when the moon comes out
I hardly seem to know what I'm about
- Skipping - Hopping
Never, never stopping
We can't stand still although we try...
Are you sure?
- That was correct. - We may have bid too low.
You wait until the game is over.
That's all right, I feel confident.
When the moon comes creeping
Around the sky
They've really got something, haven't they?
Absolutely.
...moon
Aggravating moon...
Isn't he divine?
Mr. Blint has a lovely voice.
Yes, but we need more practice.
We're staying over tomorrow when everyone else goes up.
Wouldn't it be fun for you and the Prince
to stay over with us?
Just the four of us?
Would you like that?
...just as soon
As the daylight's gone
Well, it's then
I feel a foolish sort of feeling
Coming on
I'm such a silly when the moon comes out
I hardly seem to know what I'm about
- Skipping - Hopping
Never, never stopping
We can't keep still although we try
I'm all a-quiver when the moonbeams glance
That is the moment when I long to dance
I can never
Close a sleepy eye
When the moon comes creeping
Around the sky
Well done!
- Bravo! - Encore.
Bob and I would be delighted to take any train
that would suit you and the Prince.
I feel almost as if after all this time
I've seen nothing of you.
Oh, that's awfully sweet of you, darling,
but we've settled,
Amerigo and I,
to stay over till after luncheon.
You're staying on?
Yes.
Charlotte promised our hostess.
Rather a bore,
since it means that I, too, must stay on.
You must stay with Charlotte?
Yes, I must see her decently home.
Mr. Verver and Maggie would expect it.
Of course.
You might do us one great favor.
Of course.
Leave word at Cleveland Row
that we have been kept over,
but that we shall be back in time for dinner, hm?
I shall do better than that.
I shall go straight from the station
and report on the situation here
for you and Charlotte.
That would be kind.
Yes, you can tell them
that we are bearing up.
You're bearing up?
- Yes. - Good.
You needn't be afraid of Fanny.
It's you I'm afraid of,
sometimes.
Don't be.
She can't very well go to your wife and say,
"I'm sorry, my dear, for arranging your marriage.
I was mistaken."
She wasn't.
She's right.
Everything's right.
Then that's what I say.
They're happy.
We can be happy, too.
And if it didn't sound so very vulgar...
I should say that we're safe.
Good night, my dear.
Oh, is that you?
It's like playing blind man's bluff up here,
the deuce only knows what anyone's up to.
Ah, well...
Good night.
Good night to you and Fanny.
Sleep well.
I sleep like a log.
It's Fanny who lies there brooding.
Poor Fanny.
What does she have to brood about?
Don't ask me,
these are things far above my head.
Metaphysics and Psychology.
Were you talking to somebody?
I heard you.
I must have been talking to myself again.
Poor old man.
Don't you lie to me.
There are enough people doing that already.
What lie shall I tell Maggie tomorrow?
You don't have to tell her anything.
You said one has to protect her innocence.
If she remains innocent much longer,
she's going to lose her husband.
I don't think he really cares for Charlotte.
Men don't when it's made too easy.
You have this extraordinary notion
you know anything about men and women.
I don't.
I leave all knowledge of the human heart to you.
I'm only here to see it doesn't land you in trouble.
I'm such a silly when the moon comes-
Breathe deeply.
- After four. - Making me laugh.
I'm such a silly when the moon comes out
That's very good!
I hardly seem to know what I'm about
Skipping, hopping
Never, never stopping
We can't keep still although we try-
Are you looking for Charlotte?
Because I think she's looking for you.
Hunting for you.
Shh.
Yapping for you.
Don't be so naughty and get on with your work.
My work is to teach you to play.
I'm just a silly when the moonbeams shine
That's all I do when I da da da da-
Can't keep still although we try
I'm all a-quiver when the moonbeam-
It's after 11:00.
If we stop here for luncheon,
then what becomes of our afternoon?
Why should we stop here for luncheon?
Our hostess-
Doesn't dream of our staying.
She dreams only of Mr. Blint.
That's Gloucester over there.
It has a very fine cathedral.
And everyone knows whenever we've the chance,
we stop to see cathedrals.
I've discovered the name of the inn.
There are two, but I've chosen the right one.
You'll see.
You're terrible.
How do you know
so exactly what I'm thinking?
I know it 10 miles off,
because it is always what I'm thinking, too.
We have these harmonies.
Get your things.
Get your things quick.
Hurry.
Presto, presto.
Thank you, sir.
Move on.
It has the tomb of some very famous king.
How very interesting.
Richard II.
Or was it Edward II?
I know he was murdered in some particularly horrible
and revolting way.
I thought it was only we Italians that did that.
Oh, you Italians
with your poisons and your daggers.
We might not make it home in time for dinner.
They might not even notice.
That anyone might imagine
that a man could be left alone with a woman-
and a woman such as you.
Like Adam and Eve
before the fall.
That could not be.
It could not.
Why are you in the dark?
Didn't you get our telegram that we missed the train?
Yes.
It was so thoughtful of you to send it.
You've dined?
With Father.
We were together when your telegram came.
You have a new frock.
It's very pretty.
You like it?
I wore it tonight at dinner...
for you.
But you've dined.
On such horrors.
We had an adventure.
Fanny told us what a success Charlotte was at Matcham-
the beautiful, great, grand Mrs. Verver
we're so proud of.
And that Lady Castledean
just could not bear to part with her
and kept her over.
So that I, too, was kept over.
I couldn't let her come back alone.
Of course not.
Father said you did the right thing.
He did?
Oh.
I thought you would be asleep.
Oh, I couldn't.
I missed you too much.
I missed you.
Wait till you hear of our adventure.
Yours and Charlotte's?
We decided to visit the cathedral at Gloucester.
It's a magnificent cathedral, I believe,
with cloisters.
Yes,
and the tomb of an old king.
The boy is asleep?
Hours ago.
Which king?
Hm?
Which king has his tomb at Gloucester?
Oh. Um-
Is it Richard II, or Edward II?
I've forgotten.
Don't wake him.
Then, what else?
What else besides stupidly missing the train?
Where did you dine?
At a very nasty little inn
on something very nasty,
called, I believe,
The Shepherd's Pie,
English cooking.
What did you do?
We were with Father.
We stayed over at night.
Every night?
You were away Friday, Saturday,
Sunday-
we came back to Carlton House Terrace
on Sunday, thinking...
perhaps you might return a day early instead of-
Instead of?
A day late.
I had a strange dream on Sunday.
It was a nightmare really.
You were afraid and alone.
You should have stayed with your father
in Cleveland Row.
No, I wasn't afraid.
And it began as a dream, not a nightmare.
I was in a beautiful pagoda,
all jeweled and plated with colored porcelain.
And I loved being there and I was happy.
I thought I was happy.
But then something strange happened.
I can't describe it-
it was like some strange sound.
No, it was a feeling more than a sound,
like a warning.
I tapped the wall,
that beautiful porcelain,
and then there was a sound,
you know, the way you tap something with a key,
and it gives out a certain sound
that tells you it has a crack.
It was like that, as if the pagoda had a crack in it.
And that's where the nightmare began,
because I thought I was trapped in there
and it would split apart
into thousands of pieces and bury me alive.
It seemed to be moving.
But you know what frightened me the most?
It was that Father would hear
I was trapped in this...
terrible, cracked pagoda,
and I thought, "He mustn't know-
he must not ever know of my danger,
I must not cry out."
And when I woke, I found I had stuffed the sheet into my mouth
to stop myself from crying out,
so that Father wouldn't hear anything.
Shh.
And he...
he asked absolutely nothing?
Not a word.
The subject of where we had been
or why we had missed the train
was apparently not the slightest interest to him.
What must he be thinking?
With him, who can ever tell?
I believe even Maggie doesn't know what he thinks.
She's with him now.
Of course, we have no way of knowing
what she's telling him,
what they're saying to each other.
About us?
About anything.
Why on earth did we meet in this place?
Because no one we know, or who knows us,
would ever dream of coming here.
Huh.
Yes, we shouldn't be seen too much together.
If we are, it's their fault
making us go everywhere together
while they sit at home hatching their plans.
This is their latest-
my husband wants to take your wife on a trip to Spain
to see a possible Goya he's heard about.
Just the two of them in their old way together,
leaving you and me-
In our old way together?
No. We mustn't be seen alone-
and they mustn't be left alone.
We must pair off in a different way.
So, what is your idea?
You're so full of them.
My idea is simply that...
you should be more with my husband,
and I should be more with your wife.
Only for a time.
Come.
I'm told you heard of a Goya in Spain.
Yes, there's a possibility.
- Maggie told you? - Charlotte did.
She said you were thinking of taking Maggie with you
- when you go to see it. - Yes, that's our plan,
provided we have your permission.
If that is what Maggie wishes.
Yes, of course. You would always do what your wife wishes.
We are two ideal husbands, you and I.
- I'm scared, granddaddy. - Oh, are you?
- No. - No, you don't scare so easy, do you?
Not like your poor old granddaddy.
I can't imagine you afraid, sir, of anything in the world.
Well, how little you know me.
My heart is in my mouth all the time.
If something might happen to this boy,
or to Maggie, if she might be harmed in some way,
I don't know of anything I might not be capable of in such a case.
So I'm afraid. Afraid myself too,
of what I might do, if she were to get hurt.
There's a funny story. This happened years ago.
In Paris. On my very first visit,
honeymoon, with Maggie's mother.
We were in this restaurant,
and a man sitting at another table was looking at my wife
in a kind of way I really didn't like.
So I grabbed a knife off the table and I rushed over to him -
It might not have even been the steak knife, it was probably the butter knife!
I can still see his face, stupid with astonishment.
I guess I thought I was going to stab him,
and it was only when I felt my wife hanging on my arm
that I lowered my hand and dropped the knife.
She marched me out of there, apologizing to everyone, left and right.
First and last time in my life I fail to pay the check.
And no one ran after us.
I guess they were all scared to death of that crazy, wild American.
"Who is this Monsieur Verver?"
Why is it there is never anything
I can possibly eat?
Is there nothing at all? What about this?
He hates aspic.
Why don't you try the goose, Adam?
What are these small birds?
I believe that's pigeon.
I'll have the goose.
Oh, thank you.
Has he said anything more to you
about the Goya he wants to view?
No. Has he to you?
Perhaps you would go with Father to Spain?
Most willingly.
I happen to like my husband's company.
But I don't know that he would like mine
in place of yours.
I'm sure that's not true.
It's hardly a secret anymore
that he married me, not for my sake,
not even for his own, but for yours.
Perhaps Spain isn't the best idea just now.
Unless he very much wants it.
Unless you do.
But of course,
you would only want what he wants.
And Amerigo.
Amerigo?
My husband.
I'd like to follow my husband's wishes, too.
Do you know what they are?
Do you?
Maggie.
I'm dreadfully jealous.
You bring your pretty wife here
and not to us at Matcham?
What have we done to be so horribly neglected
by you and your father?
She's far too charming to leave at home.
Next time I'm not going to let her off the hook.
We had such fun.
I love your dress.
Is it Paquin?
Hello.
Look at you. Turn around.
Delightful.
I tell you, there is nothing like the French.
Charles Blint, that's Lucy Moncreif.
- How do you do? - Come on, Charlie.
She has the biggest diamonds
and the reddest hair.
And the longest false eyelashes.
On the falsest eyes. I don't like her.
That is the first time I've ever heard you say
you don't like someone.
You should say it more often.
What are you two talking about?
You must all have had a very jolly time at Matcham.
Oh, it was a fearful bore.
But Gloucester? I'd have loved to have seen
the cathedral with you.
Amerigo!
We must take Maggie to Gloucester.
Yes, we must absolutely all go.
Architecturally, it's of tremendous interest.
And historically, too, I believe,
with the tomb of some old king- who was it?
Richard II.
Oh, was it?
I thought it was Edward II.
I must have been mistaken.
We should find our seats.
- The Ritz. - On Friday?
- One o'clock. - Don't be late.
I won't.
What did the marmalade cat want?
To find out what I may have found out.
About her?
Well, she has no stone to throw
at anyone else's window.
Mmm.
It's always a comfort to know about one's friends.
Just as you can't throw any, Fanny.
What stone would I throw?
If you tried,
it would come right back at you
in the most horrid way.
Thank you so much.
Playing truant again.
Well, you know how I am with this modern noise.
What is it anyway?
"Gavrilka."
Hmm.
Mighty loud.
Well, Mag, it looks like we won't be taking
our little trip to Spain after all.
No, it wouldn't be fair to the others.
Nope.
It wouldn't be fair to them.
But I do feel guilty
about you and Amerigo.
Why?
What have you done to us?
Keeping the two of you here
in domestic harness,
with me and the Principino
and Charlotte-
when the two of you must be longing
to get away on your own.
So, Mag,
is it your idea then to realign us-
the Prince and myself on one side,
and Charlotte and you on the other?
Wouldn't it be fun?
And how many couples are there
who could even think of such a thing?
Who're as fortunate as we are,
the four of us, to get on so well together?
Well, since we do,
let me make another suggestion,
for a different harmony this summer.
It's just like "Hamlet."
Thank the Lord that's over.
You didn't like it?
Excuse me.
Thank you.
I wonder what Fanny's thinking.
I know she's thinking something.
You said that Fanny doesn't matter.
Go in and take care of your wife!
Come on, trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Do you?
Then you are more fortunate than I am.
"Everything's right," remember?
There you are!
Maggie helped me escape
the music of the 20th century.
In the meantime, we have been sitting here,
haven't we, Mag- hatching a diabolical plot.
Father thinks he would like
to go down early to Fawns this year,
if that suits you two.
Perfectly.
We could all leave together this very week,
if that's what you prefer.
I prefer you and I go first.
Yes, this weekend if you'd like,
and stay there on our own for a while.
Make the place habitable, as it were.
What do you say, Charlotte?
Wonderful.
Good. Amerigo?
Yes.
Wonderful.
See, Mag, how fortunate we are, the four of us?
We're always in perfect agreement
on every plan that is proposed.
Did you like the dancing?
Next!
This stronghold,
constructed in the Middle Ages,
upon the ruins of a Roman fortress
is where the famous- or should I say
infamous- executions took place
of the third Duke's wife and his son.
The boy Ugo was the Duke's favorite,
which prompted a jealous older brother
to lead their father to Ugo
and their stepmother, Parisina,
where they were found in flagrante delicto.
The lovers were at once seized
and dragged to their deaths.
The boy was 16,
his stepmother, twice that.
The Duke was soon remarried to Eleonora of Aragon,
who was only 11 years old. Next slide.
What awfulness is there between them?
Between my husband and my father's wife?
Between them?
What do you mean?
Anything there shouldn't be.
Do you believe there is?
Shh!
... caused his wife, Parisina,
and his adored son, Ugo,
her secret paramour, to be beheaded.
It was the Fifth Duke who first assumed the title
of Prince of Ugolini.
He also took the name of Amerigo
after his famous seafaring kinsman.
Come with us to Fawns, Fanny, you and the Colonel.
Don't leave me alone there, watching and guessing,
trying to make out what lies I'm being told.
Charlotte has changed towards me.
She might not want us there.
It is her house.
It's my father's house.
The beautiful women upon whom his eyes are cast,
he lures to love him
and moves them in a wondrous way,
more powerfully than the magnet influences iron.
It looks the sort of place
where I might...
just might find something odd and nice
for Father's birthday.
It is very pretty, but...
I'm not sure it would quite do for my father.
Her father's Adam Verver.
Oh yes, the American collector.
Mm-hmm.
You see, I wouldn't know how to give him anything
that's, well...
anywhere near good enough.
But he has this very sweet theory
that a present given out of affection
is in a special category.
He even has a special glass cabinet
for such gifts.
Mine all figure in it.
Every single one of them going back over the years.
Why do you say Charlotte has turned against you?
Perhaps I'm only imagining it.
One doesn't imagine such things out of nothing-
out of thin air.
You must have some proof for your suspicions.
Do you have any for yours?
What's that?
It's something I've had for a long time.
It's Byzantine.
I've been keeping it for a lady
who said she would come back for it.
A lady and a gentleman with her-
be careful- her husband or her fiancé.
It must be more than five years now.
8th of July, 1903.
Three days before my wedding.
They have not returned.
So I believe I am within my rights to say
it is still for sale.
How much is it?
£300.
It might be just the thing for Father's special cabinet.
Would you send it to me?
It will be delivered tomorrow.
It is an honor.
Where is Byzantium, actually?
They know I know.
But know what, for heaven's sake?
Your husband and your stepmother
have been intriguing, day after day,
in your house and in your father's?
Such a thought would be unbearable.
One couldn't bear it.
One must bear many things for love.
Love of your husband, or your father?
For love.
It's so lonely without them-
without Maggie and the Principino.
And the Prince. Oh Lord, yes,
how we miss the little family.
But what a blessing, darling.
We have each other.
I brought these to show you.
Here is where we laid the foundation stone.
We took this building out
between Fourth and Fifth Street.
American City has brought objection
that the museum is encroaching
on a new streetcar concession.
It's all a matter of politics
and the usual payoffs.
If necessary I'll buy both sides of the street.
But I ought to be there.
I can't leave it all to the architect.
There is no reason why you shouldn't go.
Is there any reason why you shouldn't?
If I were to go, say, next week,
would you come with me?
I would like to, immensely-
Mm-hmm.
But it wouldn't be very easy for us both
to go on such short notice.
And you wouldn't have to be gone very long.
How would it be
if we did go for very long?
And if we were to stay and start our work-
our real work, Charlotte, you and me together-
not later, not at some future time but now?
No!
I couldn't bear to think of your collection...
all your treasures, to be buried out there.
You call it a burial to go to American City?
For your treasures, yes,
to be in a place where no one could or would appreciate them,
it's like burying them in a tomb.
A tomb?
My museum a tomb, eh?
Tombs can be very beautiful.
You've seen pictures of the Taj Mahal,
the tomb in India that an emperor built
for his beloved queen.
Yes. After she was dead.
Of course.
No one would dream of burying a queen
while she was still alive.
It's not as if they have any use for it.
They want their streetcar, not your museum.
They may not want it,
but they shall have it.
Charlotte?
I've just asked for my supper in the study.
I have a heap of letters to write.
I hope you won't mind.
Good night.
You've brought me the golden bowl.
How kind of you.
Princess-
a most extraordinary coincidence-
I told you that a lady and a gentleman
had been interested in the same golden bowl.
Now, I see here...
the same lady and gentleman.
Are you sure?
They are not a couple one can easily forget,
even after five years.
It was my impression that they were affianced,
or perhaps a newly married couple.
Each was trying to choose a present for the other.
The lady liked my golden bowl,
the gentleman did not.
To whom do I write the check?
A.R. Jarvis.
J-A-R-V-I-S.
£300, you said?
No, Princess, forgive me.
Half that sum would be quite sufficient.
That is why I came myself today.
I felt I had to tell you
that the bowl is cracked.
Yes, the crystal is cracked.
I could not leave you in ignorance
to give such a present to your father.
Princess, it has a flaw.
So...
£150 pounds
would be sufficient.
I thank you, Princess.
I'm gonna get you!
You scared me.
Come here, my big, scary boy.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
You look lovely, dearest,
much too lovely for our ambassador.
Poor dear man, he still hasn't learned
how to throw a decent dinner party.
Your father's birthday present?
It has turned out to be...
something quite different.
Hmm. It is beautiful.
It seems so, but actually...
it has a flaw.
A flaw?
I can't see any flaw.
That's what is so deceptive.
It has a crack.
A crack?
You mean, in the gold?
How is it so heavy?
It's crystal,
and was once, I suppose,
worth something.
And now...?
Now it's just a gilded bowl with a crack in it.
I can't believe it.
It looks so perfect.
Yes...
a perfect fake.
Maggie, dear...
what's wrong?
Do you remember that nice man
told us in his shop about the couple
who wanted to buy it?
I think he said husband and wife,
but he may have meant lovers.
He recognized them.
And he remembered the date.
July 8, 1903.
We talked about it in the shop,
three days before our wedding.
They-
they were intimate, you see.
It all depends what you mean by that.
I mean they were too intimate
to let me know anything about it,
even to let me know they had ever met.
And you knew nothing?
Suspected nothing?
Nothing?
Darling Fanny,
I know, whatever you did...
or did not do,
I know it was with the best intentions.
I tried hard.
I tried hard to act for the best.
I'm sure of it.
I believe you.
But now, the best you can do for me
is to lie for me,
to lie to Father,
because he must not know.
Are you quite sure he does not know?
No.
I'm not sure at all.
All I'm sure of is that...
his very first thought
is to keep me from being hurt.
That's why he says nothing.
And you say nothing?
Yes, when I had only suspicions,
but now that I have proof-
now that this exists-
What if it did not exist?
What if you had never found it?
But I did find it.
And now it's there, in all its ugliness.
Look.
Put it down, Fanny. I can't bear to see it.
Magic.
If I may, I'll take your motor to the embassy
and send it back for you.
Prince.
Do you recognize it?
No.
It's the bowl you and Charlotte
almost bought-
in that little shop in Bloomsbury.
Oh yes!
- Five years ago? - Yes.
Three days before your wedding-
Which was also your wedding, my dear,
and that's the point.
The point of your excursion alone with Charlotte?
In search of a wedding present for you.
She wanted so much to give you something.
And there was this fellow in the shop
trying to palm his bowl off on us,
but I saw at once,
that it wouldn't do,
that it was cracked.
But now it's mine,
this present from you both.
What is it you want me to say?
Nothing more.
This has said it all.
So I am grateful that you left it
in the shop for me to find,
so at last I can be sure.
Sure of what?
Of what I've been suspecting,
doubting, fearing these many months.
And all this time you've said nothing?
Nothing?
Oh, cara-
cara, you're deep.
No, it's you who are deep.
For five years you've said nothing-
not a word-
not even that you knew each other before,
even that was kept a secret from me
at the time of our marriage.
Would it have made any difference?
To our marriage? Probably not.
Because even then, as early as that,
I knew I couldn't live without you,
which you knew very well!
- You pretended to love me. - No.
And you pretended to love him!
- No! - Why did he marry?
Why did he?
It was good before, with only the three of us,
and then our boy. None of us needed her.
Unless you did.
It's you I need...
and more than ever now.
You mean now that I know
and have to shield you and Charlotte both?
But it's not you I have to shield.
Has he said anything?
To me?
Father would die first.
His wife would know better than I.
- You should ask her. - As if I would.
But don't you ask her everything?
Haven't I seen you both arranging together?
It's a shame.
Fanny shouldn't have done this.
Fanny wanted to destroy the evidence.
But it's no longer possible to be blind and stupid,
or for you to think me so.
If I thought that,
then it would be I... who was very stupid.
Tell me what you want.
I want a happiness without a hole in it.
I want the bowl without a crack.
And now I don't have a birthday present for Father.
Let me find something.
Maggie?
"My dearest heart,
you are in the next room
and I want to say this to you
and I cannot.
So I am writing to you, not like your husband,
but like a lover,
too full of love and fear to speak out.
My life is only you,
nothing but you.
I have no words in English and not even in Italian.
So hold my letter in your hands- hold it
and keep it, please.
Hold and keep me."
Hello.
Could you pass me the towel, please?
I'm afraid Daddy wouldn't let us bathe Olmo.
He's been worrying all day
about Olmo having some dog disease.
Where is he?
Olmo? He's in the Bow Room,
being made a fuss of.
Go and tell Amerigo
that dogs sometimes don't feel like playing
not because they're sick, but just sleepy and lazy.
All right.
I'm going to get you. I'm going to get your feet,
and your paws and your tail.
Ever since you came,
you and I haven't had a moment alone together.
Has she said anything to you?
Has who said anything?
Who?
Your wife!
Has she spoken to you?
Naturally,
a husband and wife do speak together.
Has your husband said anything to you?
My husband speaks only to your wife,
you know that.
But still there is something-
something.
Amerigo, answer me.
Has she said anything to you about us?
What has she said?
She has said nothing.
- Nothing at all? - Nothing at all.
She hasn't found out?
Found out what?
Has Fanny told her anything?
Why? What should Fanny know to tell?
I don't trust Fanny.
You should. She's been a good friend.
A very good friend to the Ververs,
to father and daughter, not to us.
Us?
You and I.
That's all there is for me.
You and I.
As if you've never married
and I've never married
and there are only those weeks we had together
in Rome when you loved me.
Charlotte,
that's all in the past.
In the past.
In the past, is it?
Buried and forgotten?
That's how it is.
It's easy for you.
You can just turn away and smoke your cigarettes
and play with your child or your dog!
You yourself were always saying to me
that we had to be careful, that no one must suspect-
- Does she? - I told you, no!
Are you telling me the truth?
Don't you trust me?
Charlotte.
It came in the mail, offered privately.
Isn't that the Raphael
in the Royal Collection at Windsor?
Quite right. You've learned something.
Living with you, I could hardly fail but to learn.
How much longer are the Assinghams staying with us?
I hope as usual they're here for a good, long visit.
Fanny calls herself our regular boarder.
But you know we have many visitors coming next week.
We have many rooms.
Adam?
I feel uneasy about Fanny.
I don't understand.
Fanny has changed towards me.
And I feel as if she's trying to change Maggie, too,
as if she were telling her things about me.
Imaginary things, of course,
lies, for all I know.
Forgive me,
it may be I who am imagining things.
- It may be. - But I can't help it...
because I feel she has been successful.
Fanny has been successful in influencing Maggie
and changing her toward me.
Maggie would never change. She is steady and true.
I know it better than anyone-
since childhood we've been each other's closest friends.
She wouldn't know how to betray or lie,
except to protect those that she loves.
And then I guess she can tell lies
and pretend along with the best of us.
If Maggie were to change toward a friend,
it would not be for mere slander.
It would be for something truly terrible,
truly unforgivable.
Hmm?
The Raphael at Windsor is a miniature reduction.
The original was sold
after the execution of Charles I
and went into the collection of Cardinal Mazarin.
And now you're buying it.
I'm thinking about it,
but they want a great deal of money.
Are you sure it's genuine?
You know I never act until I'm sure.
I had a sad letter from poor Isabel.
She's still in Venice with that fearsome husband.
- What's his name? - Feldman.
I'd love to help her get away from him.
But what can anyone do? I'm afraid she's made her bed.
Don't be scared of Maggie giving away any secrets.
She doesn't know one card from another.
I tried to teach her for years,
but I gave up in despair.
I used to play whist with the aunt.
Whist, Fanny?
Whist.
She told me she warned the uncle not to leave
all that money to poor Isabel.
This girl would only fall prey to some fortune hunter,
and of course, that's exactly what happened.
What no one foresaw was the dreadful fortune hunter
would turn out to be an American
and not the usual impecunious Italian.
It's your turn, Prince.
I was looking for you.
It's so close indoors.
Yes...
even out here.
There may be a storm.
Perhaps we should go in.
Look at your father.
One wouldn't ever want to...
disturb or distress him.
I know you feel the same.
You're right.
I do feel it.
Maggie...
have you any complaint against me?
Have I hurt you in any way?
I've turned this way and that,
trying to think what I could have
possibly done against you.
What wrong have I done you?
Perhaps I've been mistaken.
You have been mistaken.
Oh.
How you relieve me!
You see, I had to speak out-
it's in my nature.
I accuse you of nothing.
That's lucky.
I have never thought of you as anything
but beautiful, wonderful and good.
As I have thought of you, my love.
Will you kiss me on it, then?
She doesn't know a thing.
You saw how she kissed me.
Oh, yes, I saw.
You're very foolish.
You don't understand her.
Good night.
- Good night. - Good night.
Are you coming to bed?
No.
I need some fresh air.
It's too close inside the house tonight.
It's stifling.
"He might shriek as loud as he liked,
she took no notice of him.
Then she went to Gretel
and shook her till she woke,
and cried, Get up, little lazy bones,
fetch some wat-"
What's happening?
Why are you here, darling?
There was a tiger under his bed,
so he had to come into ours.
Oh.
"Fetch some water
and cook something nice for your brother.
He is in the stable and has to be fattened.
When he's nice and fat,
I'll eat him."
This is a sad story.
It's his favorite.
When the children are lost in the dark forest
and are eaten by a witch-
he only likes stories where terrible things happen.
It comes from living where there is no sunshine,
no blue sky,
not our kind of blue.
It would be wonderful, wouldn't it,
to take him to Italy?
Father couldn't live without the Principino.
Or without you?
Or you without him?
And I would never ask that, you know I would not.
Not even if you wanted it terribly?
If you wanted it more than anything?
Not unless...
you wanted it more than anything.
I should take him to bed.
No.
Oh, I've got you.
Go away, Maggie.
You've been doing that since you were little
and you have yet to fool me.
Come here.
Look here.
These stairs are too narrow,
are they not?
They do seem somewhat narrow for the building.
Yes, I want to widen them
so people can sit and relax, converse,
enjoy the sun.
These are too narrow. All the stairs are too narrow.
You should be in bed,
not in here thinking about your museum.
I never stop thinking about it.
I dream about it. It's my work,
what I've staked myself on.
You see, that's your greatness,
your great motive-
while all I have is my own selfishness.
I'll believe that
when Amerigo complains of you.
But don't you see?
It's he who is my selfishness.
My selfish motive for everything I do.
I love him so, that I'd die for him.
I love him so, that it's horrible.
So, you see, for him...
which is really myself, I've just given you up,
sacrificed you.
I might as well have just...
shipped you back to American City.
See here, Maggie,
if you go on like that,
you'll make me wish
I had shipped back to American City.
In fact, you make me want to ship back myself.
You make me feel as if American City
could be the best place for us-
for me and Charlotte.
Now you're offering up the two of you
as victims to my selfishness.
Oh, young lady, I'll let you know
the day I feel myself to be your victim.
Meanwhile, I'll do whatever I think is best.
Best for whom?
For you.
Of course.
Always, always for me.
And what about you?
I can take care of myself...
and my wife.
Don't you believe in me?
More than in anyone.
And that's the way, I think you believe in me.
Yeah...
about the way. Yes.
Well, then.
Amerigo...
they don't own us.
One can't be shipped off with all their goods
where and when they please.
No one is shipping you off.
You're going away to take your rightful place.
You were born for it.
You can carry the torch of civilization,
like the Statue of Liberty.
I mean it.
Your husband is giving you a great future.
There is no future for me except to be with you.
Listen-
I'm ready to leave this house tomorrow,
today- with nothing, the way I came.
We can go anywhere.
Don't you understand? I love my wife.
I love Maggie
more every day.
It's different from anything before.
You're lying to me.
You've always lied to me.
No, not to you, but to her.
And it will take me a lifetime
to get the taste out of my mouth of those lies.
The dishonor.
Charlotte, the dishonor.
- Disonore. - Liar!
This charming cupid asleep on a dolphin,
dates from about 1766,
and it's by Joseph Nollekins.
I think there is something very attractive
about Nollekins' classical imitations,
which we could compare to
a musician's variations on a baroque theme.
I would also like to point out,
that the marble boy rests on a stand...
American City-
the very name must sound like doom to her-
like some Indian trading post
on the Oregon Trail.
And on the right, "Rebecca at the Well."
We think it's Giacomo Cavedoni.
She sees it all before her.
She can't speak,
or resist,
or move a little finger.
The subject is peasants
having a good meal, 1600s.
And all this is leaving for America.
You ought to ask some questions in Parliament.
Make it a cause celebre.
Don't these things belong in British museums?
It used to be only thieves and murderers
were transported overseas.
Now it's the portraits of your ancestors.
I think you will all agree with me when I say
this life-sized portrait of King Henry VIII
by Hans Holbein dominates all the other pictures in this room.
Holbein presents the most striking depiction
of royal authority in English art.
But to me, it is also a chilling portrait
of the masculine ego
in all its brutal physical strength
and hardness.
The subject matches the cold hardness
of Holbein's style here,
which brings out so well the King's defiance
of all who stood in his way,
including his numerous women,
who, one by one, went to their doom.
Please.
Amerigo?
Why don't you go out to her?
No, you're right. Of course, I should do it.
I owe it to her.
She ought to understand you better.
Charlotte...
hasn't begun to know you.
Then I hope she never will.
I hope that she'll never guess
it was I who asked Father to take her away.
If you won't go to her, I shall.
What will you say to her?
It will depend on what she will say to me,
whatever she can find to save her pride.
Anything to make her a little less unhappy.
It's only one more lie.
Let it be the last, my dear.
Wait. Wait.
I thought you might find this interesting.
I've read something by the same author.
I found it rather contrived,
but I'll try this.
You might like some of the social scenes.
They're well done.
I'm tired,
tired of this life we've been leading.
I know that you like it-
that it suits you,
but it doesn't suit me.
I told my husband
our real life isn't here-
his and mine.
That's why I decided to take him home.
So it was your decision?
Mine entirely.
I told him,
what's the use of our staying here in England?
Our work is there,
waiting for us in American City.
You see, I'm very selfish.
I place my husband first.
Well, since that's where I place mine-
I'm taking him away from you.
You're taking my father away from me?
You've always been jealous of our marriage.
From the very beginning you've tried to come between us.
But I mean to keep the man I married.
I want to have him at last, a little to myself-
far away where you can no longer work against us.
If that's what I've done, then...
I appear to have failed.
You have failed.
I'm glad to hear you admit it.
There, there, there.
The packers are coming back on Thursday,
so I guess you and I
have a heap of work ahead of us.
Very agreeable work.
With you there to help me,
We'll soon have it all in its proper place,
in its own museum,
its own city.
When they see all of the treasure,
all my plunder, unpacked and displayed,
oh, they'll learn to like it, all right.
When they see you, my dear,
won't they just sit up and take notice?
They've never seen the likes of you.
You'll make their eyes snap right out of their head,
as they say over there.