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You really thought you could stop me?

You think that it would be that easy?

Oh, Marcus Cavendish. It's the end of
the world.

Just give me a second, okay?

Okay.

Go get a drink down the road, okay?

Really? Yeah, I'll come find you in a
bit. I gotta... Where the fuck are my

paintings?

In the trash.

It's in the trash?

You're fucking serious, man?

Relax, man.

Just joking. Come here.

They're here.

Take a look.

And the rest?

Out there.

Why?

Why?

Because you're not selling.

You fucking kidding me? I always sell!

People don't like you anymore.

They don't like the work?

No, they don't like you!

Marcos, look at yourself.

Look in the mirror.

What are you doing of your life?

Your PR, come on, forget about it.

Listen, there are a lot of artists in
town.

Bullshit, man.

Your life is bullshit.

Do me a favor, man, come on.

I did a lot of favor.

Tony, a favor, please, a favor.

Now I'm doing a lot of favor.

Take all this shit and get out.

Shit!

My deed is cursed.

Cursed be all the cavendishes.

We will all be damned to hell.

This came for you.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just... Just having a bad day.

Bye.

Bye.

Dear Sir Marcus Cavendish, After a long
research, it is my duty to inform you

that you, a son of Simon and Costanza
Cavendish, and nephew of Peter

twin brother of your father, you are
heir to the heritage of the Cavendish

family. I know that you are unaware of
your belonging to the Cavendish family,

so I attached to this letter the
evidence of your descendants.

You are kindly invited to appear next
Friday at the Cavendish Castle in

Valdichiana. to complete the paperwork
and enter lawfully in possession of your

inheritance.

Thank you for your attention and I
remain at your disposal for any further

information.

Trusting that such a sort of delay will
not be an impediment to your presence

this Friday.

With best regards, the Presa
Chiaraconti, not our influence.

Anybody home?

Hi.

Good morning, Baron.

Allow me to come down.

Welcome, Baron.

It is an honor to have you here.

I'm Oreste, your humble servant.

Do you know me?

Of course, sir.

Then you know I'm no baron.

The baron must be joking, right?

You are Master Marcus, son of the poor
Lord Simon.

You knew my father?

Yes, my lord. And also your mother.

What happened to them?

It is better if you talk of this matter
with the collector.

She will arrive later, as will your
other guests.

Guests. Those who are named in the will.

Okay.

Look, Areste, don't call me Baron, okay?

Just Marcus is fine.

Okay, my love.

As you wish.

It's beautiful, no?

Who is that?

That is John Cavendish, one of your
ancestors.

It was he who built this castle in the
18th century.

Allow

me

to show you to your room.

Shame it's not the original.

But it is original.

Your uncle painted it.

The Baron was a great artist.

During the last ten years of his life,
painting was his sole occupation.

And now, my lord, I leave you to make
yourself at home.

Thank you, Monsieur.

May I present to you the Baron
Cavendish, your first guest, my lord,

the Ferretti's.

Hi, nice to meet you.

I'm Elena, nice to meet you too.

I'm Marcus, hi.

Lord Baron, what an honor.

Paolo Ferretti, a humble journalist.

Okay, I'm Marcus, I'm a painter.

I know.

I write for the Watcher in Edinburgh.

Oh.

You're that Paolo Fritti?

Yes. I'm the chief editor of the art and
culture section.

That's strange, isn't it? That.

Well, first I found out I'm part of a
family I knew nothing about.

Then I come here to inherit their
castle.

And who do I find? The only journalist
who's panned my work.

You know, I'm the only journalist ever,
I believe, to have actually wasted time

to say anything about your work.

Paolo, don't be rude.

So, what brings you here, Paolo?

Do you stand to inherit something here
as well?

No, not him. Me.

The solicitor summoned me because my
name is also in Peter Cavendish's will.

don't know why, but I'm sure I'll find
out soon enough.

Okay. Did you ever meet him?

No, I never met him.

But I'm a researcher at the university
in Edinburgh.

And after Peter Cavendish's death, we
discovered that he had been anonymously

funding my projects for years.

What subject do you do?

Quantum physics and astronomy.

Mr. and Mrs. Peretti?

You will find your room down there.

Ariste, how come there's a picture of my
graduation in my room?

Ah, yes, my lord.

That was one of your uncle's favorites.

He was so proud of you.

He followed you through every step of
your life.

I know you never met him, but I suppose
he thought of you as his son.

I believe your other guests have
arrived.

Can I be excused? Of course, Ariste. You
go ahead.

Go ahead.

Madame and Monsieur.

Bonsoir. Good evening.

You must be Madame Sonia Valenti and
Monsieur Thomas Villeneuve. And you must

Oreste. That's right.

We had a long, long journey. We're so
happy to be here.

Allow me to assist you with your bag.
Oh, thank you.

Please do follow me.

Thank you, Thomas.

And... Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

So,

Marcus.

You really didn't know that you owned
all of this?

Yeah, really.

It's weird, you know.

I still feel like I'm a guest here.

And what were you doing with your life
before you became a borrower?

Well, I'm a painter.

Oh, wow.

It sounds like you're definitely in the
right line then. Look at this bass.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, right?

And you?

Oh, me.

Oh, I do a few illusions.

Oh, a few illusions. He's so stupid.

He's telling himself so shortly he's the
best illusionist of the world. He's

playing in Paris right now.

Yes.

And I just think of something, but this
place would be amazing for your show.

No? Yeah, I think about it, how I...
She's crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I'm totally crazy about this place. I
wish it was mine. You're so lucky,

Maybe Madame Conti will make you
surprised.

What?

Your names are in the testament.

But none of us knew Peter Cavendish. Not
even his nephew.

But it's Peter Cavendish who called us
here after his death.

Sonia is a biologist. Maybe he wanted to
do a final donation to both our

institutions. Yes, that's amazing.

A good idea.

He would have only continued the family
tradition.

What tradition?

How come you know so little about your
family?

Because he didn't know they were his
family. He already told you.

I haven't known about the Cavendish
family till last week.

But when a solicitor called up my wife,
pretending... He did his homework.

Why are you always treating me like
this?

Because you're showing off.

No, wait.

What do you know about his family?

Well, looks like not all the people are
interested in my story here.

Come on, Paolo.

Tell us what you know. We're all
interested.

Please.

Well, according to my research, John
Cavendish was an adventurer from

who fell upon hard times.

He reached the Langhorne harbor in the
mid -18th century and he walked on the

docks for a while.

He spent every night in a tavern, a hole
frequented by gamblers, cutthroats, and

sexes.

where you could sometimes find a noble
that was looking for strong emotions.

A poor dumb club.

Tu stai barando.

No.

Io ti spido.

Accetto la spida.

He owned just only one estate in Val di
Chiana.

He bet it.

And he ended up losing the game.

John reached his new estate, a crumbling
manor enclosed in a swamp.

John showed his expert knowledge of
botanic and agriculture, reclaiming the

marsh and reconverting his land in a
fertile ground. He made his own fortune

his scientific contribution opened to
him the doors of the Georgopheles

The Grand Duke of Tuscany conferred to
him the title of Baron. John demolished

the crumbling manor and he built this
castle.

He was obsessed by his studies about
botanics and he imported from Oregon a

of sequoias, making the park of the
castle an incomparable attraction in

By the time protagonist of the
Florentine Society, during a ball, he

Stuart, a noble girl so much younger
than him that she could have been his

daughter. And he married her.

Then he left the public life and he
obsessively dedicated himself to his

botanical experiments

Your

lips are petals

Your eyes are mirrors into eternity.

And that's when the rumors started.

What rumors?

Just the usual molten gossip, fearsome
betrayals. From what I understand,

He had a particular taste for young
women.

And what man doesn't?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to
you the Cavendish family solicitor,

Dottoressa Chiara Conti.

Lord Cavendish, your father Simon was
the twin brother of Peter Cavendish.

father died before you were born.

Peter and Simon were joint heirs to the
family inheritance.

So when you were born, you became sole
proprietor of half of the wealth.

Your uncle was, however, the executor of
the entire estate and was your patron.

He remained anonymous and expressed wish
of your father.

No, I'm sorry, madame, you're wrong.

I grew up in an orphanage and my studies
were paid for by winning grants.

I did it all myself.

I'm sorry, Lord Cavendish.

But the orphanage that you referred to
was an exquisite nursery and the school

for children of wealthy parents.

And the student grants were all covered
by Peter Cavendish.

In any case, the result is that you are
now the proprietor of the 50 % of the

Cavendish estate.

The other half is split between the two
daughters of Peter Cavendish, Elena

Ferretti and Mrs. Sonia Valenti.

Daughters?

Yes. You were named in Peter Cavendish's
will as his heir, which I have

investigated and discovered that you
were both his offspring, born out of

wedlock to different mothers.

Here's the evidence.

Madame Conti, do you not think it would
have been better to reveal this

sensitive information to the relevant
parties in private?

I'm only following the demands of the
final will and testament.

I realize that some of this news is
shocking, but it was important that

concerned should be present so that we
would not be challenged.

Challenged by whom?

By Marcus Cavendish.

Why would I want to challenge him?

So you could have it all to yourself.

Look, I'm glad to be able to share this
place with my two new wonderful

cousins.

You should have seen about that.

Paulo, shut up. Please.

Look, you might think you know me, but
you don't, okay?

I'm just glad I finally found my family.

Mi dispiace.

E di che cosa?

Ho appena scoperto che l 'uomo che ho
amato, che ho chiamato papà, che mi ha

levato, non era mio padre.

Mia madre si è portata questo scredo
nella tomba. Ma quell 'uomo è stato tuo

padre. Sì, vabbè, non biologicamente, ma
è sempre stato tuo padre. E ti ha

sempre amato come una figlia, e tu lo
sai.

E tu che ne sai?

Quando ci siamo incontrati, lui era già
morto.

Mia madre, invece, non ti è mai
piaciuta.

Neppure a te piaceva.

E avevamo entrambi ragione su di lei,
no?

Let me go, please.

My dad and my mom died the day I came
back to the Curmi Institute. I know.

Terrible accident.

Who knows if one day they would have
told me the truth.

Maybe they don't even know.

Maybe, but it's still very sad that they
won't know that we're going to live in

a crazy castle.

We're making a living.

Wow, what a strange room.

Peter Cavendish called this room the
portrait room.

As you can see, the walls are adorned
with many great portraits of the

descendants of John Cavendish.

Why are they made in vegetables?

They're all imitations of work by the
artist Arcimboldo.

Precisely. Peter had an interesting
sense of humor.

He said that given death, the Cavendish
family had set down their roots in

Tuscany.

and that they had become a part of the
Earth here, and that they would never

leave.

Indeed, Peter himself hardly ever set
foot outside the castle.

Are there any portraits of my Uncle
Peter?

Peter was working on a self -portrait in
the days leading up to his death. The

work is unfinished, and it is currently
here on his side in the tower.

There is something I don't understand,
Miss Conti. Yes.

You haven't told us about the
circumstances surrounding Peter

We're walking around this castle as if
his suicide is of no consequence.

He killed himself?

Technically, yes.

Peter did take his own life, but he was
gravely ill.

He had the tumour in his brain and was
in constant pain, went through periods

having little ability of movement.

He had to take his own life, as in this
country it is against the law to have a

dignified death.

Peter simply didn't want to suffer any
further.

He had so much suffering in his life
already, having lost his wife and

and he always carried himself with
dignity.

But his illness was taking this away
from him.

But why is this one in a different
style?

Because Henry Cavendish was not a
descendant of John Cavendish.

Journalists doubt that he was even a
part of the same family at all, but

believed very much that he was.

Or maybe you wanted to believe it, as it
was such an important figure in

scientific history.

Is that the same Henry Cavendish that
they named a lunar crater after?

Yes. Oh, amazing.

I could be a descendant of Henry
Cavendish.

Don't worry, it happens sometimes.

I'll bring you downstairs to the
generator and I'll show you how to

Miss Ferretti.

This may be interesting because the
generator is the hydrogen machine that

Cavendish invented.

From here you access the crypt where all
the Cavendish family are buried.

As you can see, this machine never
switches off.

It was only dropping pressure.

This is the machine that Harry Cavendish
invented.

Peter bought it 30 years ago and made
his own modification to the prototype.

It now operates as a generator that eats
and gives energy to entire castles.

That's impossible.

Well, it's true that hydrogen might be
the best source of alternative energy,

but I've never heard of it being used
this way.

This, Professor, is your subject, not
mine.

All that I can tell you is that Peter
explained to me that this machine is a

kind of boiler that functions similar to
a combustion engine, but it produces

electrical energy rather than kinetic.

Then, from the combustion of hydrogen,
you can get a water vapor that is

currently used to maintain the Winter
Garden.

It's extraordinary!

This man is a genius.

This is the laboratory of John
Cavendish. Apart from the generator,

wanted to conserve it as a kind of
shrine.

Excuse me?

Is this designed by John Cavendish?

Yes. It's impossible.

Miss Valencia, I cannot show you. The
paper and the ink seems to be antique,

those formulas, it's like plant DNA he
was working on, and he could alter it.

The scientists didn't discover that yet.

Crazy.

Exactly. Are you sure that's what that
means?

I have to study more in detail, but it
seems to be that.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What the hell is going on here?

I find it hard to believe that a family
has been hiding what appeared to be the

key to the fucking universe in this
castle.

What is this place?

It looks like a torture chamber.

That's pretty fucked up.

This is the room where Peter hung his
own painting.

He's such a great painter.

But they're all reproductions and
copies.

Nothing about them is original.

It's true.

They're all reproductions of great works
of art.

It's not art, it's simulation.

As if I were to spend time rewriting
Beethoven's Symphony.

Yes, and we don't like simulation,
honey.

They say if you don't have anything
original to say, it's better to do

else. It's exactly what I said about
your exhibition.

Frankly, I agree. They all look the
same.

You're not being fair.

In recent years, Peter studied these
masters in order to improve his own

technique. You keep defending him.

He was a man worthy of admiration.

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner's served.

Thank you, Louisa.

Louisa is mute.

To my Sonia and Alana Marcus, into this
special day, and

to your fortune, and of course, to your
enemies.

Long live the love!

Salute! Salute!

Thomas, what was it you were saying
earlier?

Art is representation.

Art is illusion.

It's very seductive.

What was it again exactly?

Art is the experience of memory
transformed from our dreams and unveiled

illusion of our senses.

I am convinced that an artist doesn't
create anything

original as such.

He merely reworks the elements of his
own experience and a reality that he

chooses and shares these things with the
perception of the other. Just as Walt's

an illusionist, he's speaking to you,
he's distracting you in order to perform

the trick which then appears

as magic.

That was good.

Your words seem like a rehearsed patter,
a recycled wisdom.

Nothing like Peter Cavendish paintings.

They're for effect, but maybe underneath
there's no truth there.

You really can't help being unpleasant,
can you? Why don't you brush the chip of

your shoulder and come down here to the
level of us humans?

I was wondering how long it was going to
take for you to start reprimanding me.

So, I'm the only one who likes Peter's
painting.

Thank you.

I love them. I think they are powerful,
beautiful, and especially the one with

the old man and the daughter. I think
it's erotic and carbon. But they're just

reproductions. Yeah, Paolo, no one's
arguing with you about the fact that

they're copies, but you can't deny that
they're brilliant reproductions.

You know, in days gone by, artists
would...

try and insert symbols into their work,
to try and communicate something with

the viewer, despite the fact that if
they're people that commissioned the

the despots, if they knew what they put
in there, they'd have their hands cut

off. I noticed in all the paintings by
Peter Cavendish, there's something that

links them together.

The fact is that all his paintings are
reproductions of works.

that people who study the theories
surrounding UFOs say give evidence of

existence of extraterrestrials.

Oh, come on.

And what would these theories be
exactly?

Give us some concrete examples.

Okay, well, first of all, he's
reproduced the Lost Sheep by Caravaggio.

Now, some theories say that...

the biblical parable of the lost sheep.

It describes the human race lost in the
cosmos with no

way of getting back to their original
ethnic roots.

Second of all, you've got that one by
Paolo Uccello where there's a cardinal's

hat and that's supposed to represent a
flying disc.

Thirdly, you've got the one with the
rays of light coming down.

And the rays are supposed to be rays
from a UFO on a Madonna and Child.

Now, obviously, what it represents is
the Holy Spirit, which is entirely in

with the religious iconography of the
time.

What I'm saying is that these people,
they see whatever they want to see. What

I'm trying to say, Paolo, is that Peter
Cavanagh was obsessed with UFOs.

No, you said you all believe in
extraterrestrials?

Please, don't confuse things.

In my work, I'm absolutely convinced
that life must exist beyond our planet.

But it's one thing to believe that life
exists in other places in the universe,

and quite another to believe in
spaceships and reptiles that secretly

However, it is possible that...

that could be flying saucers. For
example, what do you think about the

we are of this Earth?

Oh, what does that mean?

Who thinks that we were created on this
Earth?

Darwin.

Think about it.

Amongst all of the created and monsters
that have been invented from the human

imagination, there is just one only kind
that has actually existed for real.

The dinosaurs.

And they are formed from a type of life
that is virtually incompatible with

human. So what if we killed the
dinosaurs in order to colonize the

planet? Maybe because Arthur, our
planet, was dying?

And we had to find someone new.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Hold on. Hold on
a second.

You're saying that we are the aliens?

Why not?

You, in fact, are telling me that we are
descendants from AIDS.

And even if that were true, don't you
think that maybe these

AIDS were brought here from another
planet, not unlike NASA?

Come on, you must be joking, right?

No, quite the opposite.

No one has proved that there was a human
evolution.

It's true there is no proof of
evolution.

The head size of Homo sapiens didn't
change.

There is only genetic differences.

But can we call that an evolution?

Look, before we lived in caves and ate
raw meat, today we fly in planes, we use

computers. I should say there has been a
kind of evolution.

And if there is a cataclysm event, or if
we lose our ability to generate power,

what happens?

We return in the caves and we became
hunter -gatherers again?

We didn't involve.

We are just more domesticated.

Look, I don't know anything about
biology or anthropology.

I'm just telling you what I feel about
Peter Cavendish's paintings.

I think it's pretty cool.

Salute! Salute!

I beg your pardon, my lord.

Miss Chiara, Luisa has prepared your
room for the night.

Thank you, Oreste. You and Luisa are
always so kind to me. It's a pleasure,

Chiara. My lord, if you have no further
use for me, I shall retire for the

evening. Yes, thank you, Oreste.

My lord.

You are the true rightful heir.

Thank you very

much,

my Lord, for your hospitality.

But what I want you to know, my Lord, Is
that here,

there are two other premises that should
be equal in line with your lordship.

Yeah. Look, Paolo, I don't have a
problem with any of this.

Maybe if you do, you should have a
conversation with the rest, eh?

Fuck.

That Meritor coming up.

Look, Paolo, if you've got something...

Stuck in your throat.

It's better that you spit it out.

You, Madame Conti, you keep defending
Peter Cavendish, saying that

he had a tumor in his head.

What about his wife, Victoria?

Please, Mr. Ferretti.

What are you talking about?

Victoria would have been your stepmother
if she hadn't died ten or so years ago.

You lot don't know the first fucking
thing about your family, do you?

Victoria also had a brain tumor.

The newspapers of the time maintain that
first of all, she shot her daughter,

who would have been your step -sister.

And then she killed herself.

If I were you, I wouldn't worry about
having an eventual mastectomy.

But I just have my head removed.

As a precaution. Just as a preventative
measure.

Easy, Paolo.

Why don't you just sit down? You've
probably had a bit too much to drink,

Oh, yes.

In vino veritas.

In your position, my lord, I wouldn't be
so calm and collected.

Your father had a brain tumour as well,
didn't he?

You child!

My seed is cursed.

Cursed be all the cavendishes.

We will all be damned to hell.

If it wasn't for the paramedics, you'd
be

dead as well.

You want to fuck her?

Is that what you want?

I'm afraid of the truth.

Hey, let him be.

Don't you see? He's just drunk.

Come on.

Come on.

Stop it.

I apologize for my husband. His behavior
has been inexcusable all day.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Oh, hello.

Welcome up, my dear.

Getting it.

Okay.

Now we'll go.

It's been a long day.

Full of emotion.

We're going to celebrate my beautiful
Baroness.

Ooh.

Buona notte.

Buona notte. Buona notte.

Okay, yeah Wow

It's strange.

You never met.

But you have so much in common that
reminds me of Peter.

Even in the way you move.

Well, you know, all this, castles, land,
property,

it doesn't mean anything.

What really gets passed on, it's in the
blood.

Even this observation is the typical
sort of things that he would say.

You really care about him, didn't you?

My family have looked after the
Cavendish family for generations.

The first time that I met Peter, I was
only a child.

He and my father were friends.

And when my father died, He looked after
me like a daughter.

Don't blame him for not revealing his
identity to you.

This was an arrangement that he had with
your father.

And I believe that it was a way of
protecting you.

As if he thought that your family was
cursed in some way.

If what Paolo says is true, it could be
the case.

It's a shame that you never got to meet
him.

You two would have certainly gotten well
together.

Oh my god.

You. You.

When you have an

orgasm, you get yourself disappointed.

Your mouth is top.

It's been better now.

Thanks.

That's really strong.

It's Italian coffee.

Yeah. I had some weird dreams, actually.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm used to it.

Hey, look.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

Can you take me to where my Uncle Peter
was at the inn?

Sure, it's your place.

Do you want to go now?

No.

Not now.

Grazie, Luisa.

Grazie.

Wow.

What's this?

30 years ago, it was your mother's womb.

It's beautiful.

Buongiorno.

Have you seen my

husband?

No.

Something happened?

We had an argument about his behavior
last night. And when I woke up this

morning, he was gone.

What's that?

It's better that you don't know.

After last night you're now keeping
secrets from me?

Come on, it was only one night.

It's the vitamin supplement.

They are not drugs, are they?

No.

Your uncle died right here.

Why is there blood everywhere?

Oh, your uncle illness, the tumor.

It manifests itself in strange ways.

I've never heard of that before.

He used to cut himself.

It depends on the arrow of the brain
that are affected.

They are Victor and Alessia, the wife
and daughter of Peter.

It's interesting the one to choose for
the end.

It's better than the others.

Gustav Korbe as a young man.

It's a shame we didn't finish it.

What's through there?

After Richard's death, Peter Hoffman
used to be a peer.

He said that the artist must always be
near to his work.

What is it?

It's nothing. Don't worry.

It's such an idea. We are going to do a
walk in the estate.

Will you join us?

No, thank you. I'm going to find that
stupid husband of mine.

Okay.

Oh, we will go to Rice's place and ask
him if he has seen Paolo.

Okay, thank you.

Enjoy your walk.

Hey, Elena.

Hi. Good morning.

Have you seen my husband this morning?

No, why?

We argued and he disappeared.

If you see him, can you tell him I'm
looking for him and I'm a bit worried?

There's no need to worry, Mrs. Ferretti.
This is a vast estate.

He's probably gone for a walk in a park.

Maybe, but if he did, he's gone in his
pyjamas.

Well, maybe he's going to take a walk
around the castle and go look at some of

my uncle's paintings and write a bad
review.

I'm joking, I'm sorry.

Look, which way are you going to go?

That way.

Okay, and where are Thomas and Sonia?

They're in the park.

They told me they would ask for rest on
the way through.

Okay, well, why don't we go west and
have a look out there?

Okay.

Okay. Okay. Catch you later.

Michael. Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I doubt that he's here.

Yeah, he doesn't seem like the kind of
guy who's going to get up early to come

here and pray.

I don't think he'd be down in the crypt.

Marcus, are you okay?

What?

Yeah, um... Look, seeing as we're here,
why don't we just go and check anyway?

I think it will be locked down there.

I need the keys from Oreste.

I'll call Thomas. Maybe it's with him.

Okay, thank you.

What do they say?

Sonia's bringing the keys.

Orestes also said that there are lots of
secret passages here, and if Paolo

found one of them, it's really difficult
to get out, and also to find him, as

the only person who knew them well
enough was Peter.

Oh, dear.

Well, he might be down there a long
time, but he's not going to die there.

Well, in the meantime, let's enjoy the
fact that he's not here.

Why have you got Peter's watch?

No one could find it after he died. This
isn't Peter's. This is my watch.

I've had it since I was born. It was
given to me by my father.

Marcus, what's the matter?

Oh, my God.

You too.

You were lovers.

What are you saying? You and my uncle.

We're lovers.

What?

Yeah.

I can't believe I didn't realize before.
I can see it so clearly now.

What?

That's why you spoke about him with such
passion, isn't it? No.

Yes.

Yes.

You were with him the night that he
died. No, no. Yes, you were. It couldn't

have been any other way. You were with
him.

I hate you, you know that.

Because I have visions.

I've had them since I was a child. And
since I got here, I have them even more.

Your own drug?

No. Your own fucking drug? Just like
your uncle?

And then what happened, huh? And then
what happened?

Yeah.

Then you tried to change the last will,
didn't you? No, no, Marcus, I promise

you.

That's why Arrestee keeps telling me
that I'm the one true heir. He knew

something that my uncle had told him.
Now I promise you that I've done nothing

of the sort.

I was also surprised when I read Peter's
final will.

What, the last one? Yes, the last one.

In the true procedure, you are the sole
beneficiary of the entire estate.

Also, you don't know this, but your
uncle has always given you everything

you needed throughout all your life.
That's not true. You're lying.

Yes, it's true. Come with me.

As the rest have said, there are a lot
of secret passages in this castle.

Chiara?

Chiara?

What the fuck?

Here you are. Finally.

Here is the key to the crypt.

Thanks.

Hey, where's Chiara?

I don't know. She left. No, her car's
still outside.

Hey, you defined power, Chiara.

Chiara? No.

But I did find this.

It's my husband's notebook.

Where was it?

In the torture chamber.

And it looks like someone down there
cleaned the instruments with bleach.

Bleach?

Wow, Marcus.

It sounds like you have some explaining
to do.

Excuse me?

Yeah. Yesterday evening you were with
Paolo.

And he's missing.

Today you were with Chiara and now she's
missing as well, so...

Have you got something to tell us? I
don't know where they are.

Last time I saw Paolo was last night.

Yeah, and what if last night you bumped
into each other and something happened?

Last night I was with Chiara.

Nice, because she has gone missing.

What was it, Marcus? Did she refuse to
be your alibi?

If it's such a big thing for you guys,
why don't we just call the police?

Good idea, Byron. Yes, I think we
should.

I have nothing to do with any of this,
okay?

Well,

you're the only one saying you found it
in the torture chamber.

Look, admit it. You and your husband,
you don't get on, okay?

Who's to say you didn't have some fight
last night and something happened?

Okay,

police are incoming.

There are flags in the town from the
storm last night and they have no one

available, so we have to sort ourselves
out.

Marcus, I have an idea.

With your permission, we will continue
in a room and continue the search of the

house ourselves.

Well, that's very convenient.

And you can plant evidence against me,
can't you?

I see what's going on here. This is a
plot.

You guys...

They're trying to take away my 50 % of
your estate with these kind of

accusations. No one's going to do that,
Marcus. Yeah?

Well, I don't trust you.

I don't trust you either.

But, unfortunately, you're the prime
suspect here.

You hate my husband. And you spend the
night with Chiara. I don't hate your

husband. You have a motive.

It's safer for everyone this way.

Yes, it's safer.

You guys are fucking crazy.

Hi, Mom.

No, I'm not dead.

Yes, I know.

Luisa told me.

Yeah.

Well, it's not in the castle.

Sorry. Look, if I wanted to hide a body,
sorry, but it seems that we are talking

about that, I would bury it in the
garden.

Yeah, maybe with all this rain and wind,
something might have been uncovered.

Hey, what's going on?

It's nothing.

I have low blood pressure. I just need
to go and lie down for a while.

Oh, okay.

Oh, let's take you upstairs.

It's okay.

No, no, it's okay.

You keep looking.

I'll go by myself.

We stay together.

Yeah. Yes, but we don't have to be
worried about Marcus now that he's

Well, that's true.

Really, I'll be fine.

You can go.

Okay. Okay. Take care.

You did all these pictures for me,
right?

You watched me from afar.

You put me through my studies.

You wanted to make sure I'd understand.

And this is your label for me.

And this is the last one.

A self -portrait of Kirby.

The desperate man.

The crazy man.

But who are you hiding these messages
from?

The crazy man. Why were you crazy?

Because you were fucking your daughters?
Huh?

The other one.

About incest. It's a lot. And it's the
daughters.

The crazy man sees the truth.

Marcus.

You killed Paolo for me. Didn't you?

What? No.

You wanted me.

And you couldn't bear to see him touch
me.

What happened to you?

Keep me, Marcus.

Keep me, Marcus!

Keep me!

It's gonna hurt, okay?

I'm going to try and put you in the bed,
okay?

Come on.

I'm sorry.

No. I don't know what happened to me.
It's not your fault. It was like I was

leap walking.

No. Like someone was controlling me.
It's not your fault. There's something

right here.

Successor, you're not the heir.

Luisa and I, we only serve the Cavendish
family.

So why are you ruining it? Who told you
to do that?

The Baron.

Who is the Baron? Who is the Baron?

You're a monster!

Siamo tutti felici, John, tello che

abbiamo tratto la vita e noi troveremo

riposo.

If you're not here, where are you?

I hate you.

And I will destroy you.

You can't.

I'm inside you.

I am you.

Why didn't you stop Victoria?

I'm not omnipotent. And neither are you.

Today you lost three of your offspring.

Because of one simple slip of the tongue
by the servants.

Victoria didn't know she was my
daughter.

Of course she knew.

Everyone knows, and I am proud of them.

Victoria didn't know how to deal with
her daughter being a rival.

And you didn't have the courage to
punish that hermit. I had to get her to

it.

Victoria did what I should have done if
I had a ounce of humanity left.

You are human.

You are more human than that subspecies
that values our genetic heritage.

Goddamn you!

When will you learn that it is pointless
trying to oppose me?

Merci, Marcus.

Merci, Marcus.

Right

on

time. I'm so proud of you.

Well, that's Peter's watch. How did you
get that?

I took mine evidence.

Why?

You're also one of Peter's sons?

Yes, I am. And so was Kara, the fruit of
an affair between my father and his

solicitor. And you knew this?

Of course.

You don't think that this is my first
visit to the castle, do you?

I was born and bred specifically...

To be the new heir to the Cavendish
inheritance.

The direct descendant of John.

We are all John's children.

Apart from him.

This is why I not fed him to our father.

His DNA is impure.

So why did you kill him?

Partly because he was fucking my sister.
And partly because I enjoyed it.

But mostly because John altered me too.

Paolo was out of control.

I don't understand.

The DNA, Marcus.

DNA.

This is the true inheritance that John
has passed on.

Paolo has no Kevin's DNA.

And he could not control him. Just as he
can't control you.

Paolo was discovering too much.

But...

skepticism all, stopping him from
realizing what it all means.

At dinner, I put him to the test
regarding our extermination of the

dinosaurs and the colonization of the
planet.

You mean the Cavendishes?

That we are aliens?

Well, no.

Not we Cavendishes.

We humans are all aliens.

Or, as Elena put it best, we are
extraterrestrials. This planet

is not adapted well to support human
life. We had to colonize and transform

There was a great disaster and we lost
contact with our brothers.

Only a few of us remained and began to
breed with the local humanoids.

contaminating our genetic heritage and
losing, over the course of thousands of

years, our great power.

What? Like telekinesis?

Exactly.

The things that humanites of today call
magic were

originally something that came naturally
to us.

humanoid food and drink inhibit these
powers,

but LSD reactivates all the beautiful
things that you manage to experience.

What did you think?

That it was all just an illusion?

Anyway, enough of the history lesson.

Come here.

to introduce our father,

John

Kelly.

Oh my God.

You're a fucking tree.

I wasn't always a tree.

But I just survived for centuries and
waited for the return of our brothers

other planets.

I combined my DNA with the plant's DNA,
which lives longer and is more effective

than ours.

When the time comes, I will return to
being human again and all of my power

shall return.

So that's why you eat your descendants?

To reneutrify your soil?

In every generation, I chose just one of
the offspring.

And it is they who will pass on my
genetic lineage.

The one you can control like a puppet
master?

If you want to call it that.

You eat them all.

Your sons, your daughters.

Your nieces, your nephews, your
grandchildren, your great

the rest of them.

The Cavendership.

We're monsters.

No.

We are descended from pharaohs. From the
kings of Israel. We are the descendants

of God.

My Thomas.

Out of all of you... ...is my favorite
song.

And me?

You are an error.

The fruit of a separation with the
genetic information.

I have been trying to destroy the human
youth since the day you were born.

I tried to get your father to kill you,
but...

My control over him was weak, and he was
able to reset my power.

Then your uncle sent you far from here,
and you escaped my influence.

I renounced my mobility in exchange for
my longevity.

The closer you are, and the purer your
DNA, the more power I have. I have

over you.

And he sent me far away from here so
that I would inherit everything.

And then you and the rest of your line
would be destroyed.

And this is why I forced him to write. I
knew well.

Bringing you all here so that I could
enact my next regeneration.

So, if Thomas dies, you have no more
heirs.

You are forgetting that I am the pure
one.

You are the weak.

The one that is watered down.

Forgive me, father.

Go and bathe my sister.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Oreste.

Can I ask you something, Baroness?

Yes, certainly.

Have you thought of a name?

I think I'm going to call him John.

What did you think?

That it was all just an illusion?