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[Bell tolling]

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[Door opens, closes]

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Hey. You're up?

Georgina: I love this view.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Coffee?

It's pretty lucky,

finding an apartment like this in Nice at the last minute.

I know.

And you just moved here with no purpose, no friends?

That's brave.

Meeting you has made all the difference.

Georgina: What's this?

Did you target me?

No.

Of course not.

That's how I first learned who you were.

And yes, I was hoping to find a way to meet you.

Listen. I was completely honest with you.

I told you that you were the one person

who I thought could help, right?

It's just I wasn't expecting what happened

when we did meet.

Were you?

No.

It was nothing to do with that.

Well, the next time you want a picture of me,

ask first.

Deal? Deal.

I'm going to take a shower.

[Cellphone vibrating]

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Hi.

[Speaking French]

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♪ You and I are cut from the same ice ♪

♪ Sincerity made us the perfect heist ♪

♪ Burning all the gold to sapphire skies ♪

♪ But the breeze is cold in paradise ♪

♪ I can feel the whispers in the street ♪

♪ Every night I shiver in my sleep ♪

♪ No reality, 'cause it's all a dream ♪

♪ Was it love? It was wild, brought me to my knees ♪

♪ Sparking fires, sparring wars with expensive things ♪

♪ I tiptoe right round my baby ♪

♪ All this world is mad, mad crazy ♪

♪ Was it love? It was wild, brought me to my knees ♪

♪ Sparking fires, sparring wars with expensive things ♪

♪ I tiptoe right round my baby ♪

♪ All this world is mad, mad crazy ♪

His last set of blood tests showed slight anemia.

His burns still need further time to heal,

and the headaches concern me.

Monsieur Clios really needs a full hospital assessment --

CT scans, MRIs --

No. He can't be moved at the moment.

No. It's -- It's too risky.

If the pain worsens or he suffers any kind of seizure,

inject him with one of these sedatives.

I asked the nurse to refresh your other medical supplies.

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So, the painting's last known location was the Hotel Excelsior

right here in Nice in 1943, right?

Right, but they say all the wartime records

were lost or destroyed.

Well, that's because the Hotel Excelsior

was commandeered by the Gestapo.

I don't think that's something they really like to talk about.

It's a dead end.

If the painting's been seen at all since the war,

it's on the gray market.

All we have to do is find a dealer

who traffics in looted Nazi art

and doesn't care about provenance.

Do you know such a person?

No, but I know a man who might,

and he'll do anything at the right price.

I've given this a great deal of thought.

I think it's time we made Adam's disappearance official.

And what do you mean, official?

French authorities will not look for missing persons

unless they have previously expressed suicidal tendencies

or there is a clear evidence of foul play.

But when a person stops appearing

at their place of residence

without any news from them as to their whereabouts,

one can apply for a judicial presumption of absence.

Well, that's certainly official.

Adam's property and possessions will be secured for the family,

as are his voting rights on the board of Clios Bank.

Wait.

Are you trying to make the authorities forget about Adam?

No.

It's my birthday tomorrow. He's going to be here.

I know you've given up on him,

but he's not going to forget this.

I've not given up on him.

When have I ever given up on any of you?

But we need to face reality.

I've hired a firm of private detectives.

Their investigation is proving fruitless.

She has a point, Ada. We haven't seen or heard from Adam

in weeks now.

You see, my darling, I'm doing this for the family,

for all of us. We need to protect Adam's estate.

Protect his estate?

You're not protecting anything or anyone,

not me, not Adam, not even Christos.

It's all about control -- controlling us,

controlling the bank.

It's always been about you.

It's always been about her.

Perhaps these teenage tantrums will end tomorrow

once she actually turns 18.[Scoffs]

There is never a right time for a decision like this.

Yeah, but this is definitely a wrong one.

Um, you know what? I think I'm just going to go into --

No. Do join us.

This is so much fun.Yes, Jeff.

Please make yourself at home.

If Mother has anything to say,

she'll do so in front of the entire family.

Fine.

I will postpone making the application

until the morning after your birthday.

If Adam hasn't returned or contacted us by then,

we have no choice.

Okay. Listen.

I'll talk to her, okay?

But she -- she's right.

The timing sucks.

Irine!

Hey. Wait up.

If you're going to give me parenting advice,

I'm not in the mood.

What, uh --

What are you doing later?

Later?

Yeah, this evening.

You want to get some dinner?

Why?

Why? [Chuckles]

Why not?

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I'd like that.

Very much.

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You --

You don't trust me, do you?

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Because I tried to contact Georgina.

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You need to get some rest.

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[Locks clicking]

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I'm going to break a rule and ask, what are you thinking?

Oh. I just never thought I would meet someone so soon

after Constantine died.

I think you're trying to remember the moment we met

and decide if I was playing you or not.

I just want something in my life that isn't built on lies,

something real and true and not about money.

That's all.

There was chemistry between us when we met.

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You were there.

You know I wasn't faking anything.

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[Indistinct conversations]

Hello, again.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I see you've lost none of your charm.

I have a proposition for you.

Have you indeed?

Oh, come on, Geoffrey.

Don't be like that.

It involves a missing piece of art.

I know you love a mystery.

And you owe me.

I'm not interested.

Well, that's too bad.

Could be quite lucrative.

At least let me introduce you to my client, Mr. Levy.

I'm helping him with an art restitution case.

How noble.

Taking on pro bono cases now, are we?

All part of your renaissance, reunion, rebirth,

rebranding bollocks, I suppose.

I know you have some clients who could help me,

those who aren't interested in provenance.

We're looking for some works

that may have found their way to the south of France

via the Vichy government.

What's in it for me?

So you canhelp me.

There might have been some movement recently

regarding certain pieces,

but I couldn't possibly comment about that.

Well, maybe you know someone who can.

I can make the introduction.

For the right price, of course.

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-Happy birthday, Ada. -Happy birthday.

Here's to my last illegal drinks.

Woman: Whoo!

Hey, are you going to wish me happy birthday?

I will, at midnight.

Ah. Till then,

I'm just an accessory to the crime.

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Thank you. Welcome.

Hey.

[Irina laughing]Killed the mood, let's just say.

[Both laugh]

You can imagine.

Ah, Jeff.

I needed this tonight.

[Sighs]

Sometimes, I think I've forgotten

what it's like to laugh.

Ah.

Life goes on. You know, it's --

You can't just stop the world and get off

because someone's gone missing.

Uh, I should know. I tried.

[Piano playing]

Before they found my sister's body...

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...those were some of the worst nights of my life.

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I didn't know what to say to Georgie.

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Now you know the problem I face with Adriana and Christos.

Oh, fuck.

You think he's dead, don't you?

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My God, I'm so sorry.

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Have you told Georgina?

[Chuckles]

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[Sighs]

I'd be better off unburdening myself to that waiter.

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[Clears throat] Shall we get the bill?

Yeah.

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Ada. [Laughing]

you're embarrassing yourself.

Oh, come on. Lighten up.

You're embarrassing me.

Come on. It's almost midnight.

Let's go recharge our glasses.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey, listen.

I don't know you so well, but I know my sister.

And trust me. It would be a disaster.

You're too old. She's too young.

Too young for what?

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Listen. I'm trying to be nice here.

Okay?

She's old enough to think for herself.

Hey.

She's 18, just.

And I know how to treat a lady, just.

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-Whoo! -Whoo!

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[Cheers and applause]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[Cheers and applause]

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[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Hey, Marge. It's me.

Just wondering when you're getting back.

About an hour or so, I think.

Uh, why? Is everything all right?

Everything's great.

Actually, I just had dinner with Irine.

Okay. I didn't expect that.

Yeah. The thing is, she's planning on reporting Adam

to the authorities as officially missing.

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She what?

Something about a bank.

But, uh, hate to be the one to tell you this.

Um, she thinks Adam is dead.

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[Laughs] Hey, um --

[Speaking indistinctly]

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Why are you ignoring me?

I'm not ignoring you.

Yes, you are, all of us.

You were hanging out with the oldies.

Is this your 18th or your 30th?

Come on, Sophie.You're so drunk.

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Are you okay?

Hmm? Yeah. Yeah.

I'm...sorry. What did you say?

I'm just -- I feel a bit -- just kind of --

You're all over the place.Yeah.

I think someone's put something in my drink.

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You know, I-I-I-I know who did this.

Excuse me.

Um, hey.

You put something in my drink.

You put something in my drink.

What? I can't hear what you're saying.

You're a fucking prick.

What have you put in my --Oi, oi, oi.

You fucking prick.

Woman: Don't talk to him like that.

Hey, hey. It's fine. It's fine. It's good.

Listen. I'm fine. I'm --

It's fine. He's just drunk. It's fine. He's drunk.

[Siren wails in distance]

I think my friend's been spiked. I don't know what with.

Tell -- Tell them I need a-a blood test, as well.

Yeah. I'll tell them.Okay.

I need a blood test.Yeah. All right.

I didn't take anything. Look, I swear.

I'm fucking clean.

All right.

Relax. Mm-hmm.

We're going to get you sorted.

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[Adriana moaning]

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[Giggles]

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[Footsteps]

Marge?

Oh.

Bonsoir.

I'm sorry. I'm looking for Adriana.

She's not here. She, um -- She went to a club.

No. She left there. I think she came back home.

I really need to talk to her.

Do you know which room is hers?

Go right ahead.

Be my guest.

[Chuckles]

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♪ We can fight our desires ♪

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♪ But when we start making fires ♪

[Adriana moaning, muffled]

♪ We get ever so hot ♪

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[Adriana moans]

♪ Whether we like it or not ♪

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♪ They say we can love who we trust ♪

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♪ But what is love without lust? ♪

[Laughs]

♪ I'm going in for the kill ♪

♪ I'm doing it for thrill ♪

♪ I'm hoping you'll understand ♪

♪ Now let go of my hand ♪

♪ I'm going in for the kill ♪

♪ I'm doing it for thrill ♪

♪ I'm hoping you'll understand ♪

♪ Now let go of my hand ♪

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Hello.

[Speaking French]

Yeah, yeah. I know what MDMA is.

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Well, I told you.

Nico Eltham spiked my drink.

[Sighs]

Fuck. Fuck.

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I hear you and Jeff had a nice dinner last night.

Good morning to you, too.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Someone has to clean up the mess you left behind.

Publicly declaring Adam missing?

That's not about protecting Clios Bank, Irina.

I know you. You don't hang out with people like Jeff.

You're trying to fuck with me.

I don't give a damn what you think or feel.

I do care about protecting my children's future.

The ones I have left, that is.

Bullshit. You're trying to protect yourself.

Don't forget that you and I share a secret now.

Just try and fuck me over,

and I'll bring you down twice as fast.

Stay away from my uncle.

Oh. That's so nice.

You shouldn't have.

You're worth it.

Where's the birthday girl?

You're hungover.

My drink was spiked.

Oh, Christos, please.

I'm used to the excuses of addicts.

That's the weakest one I've heard yet.

-Wait. Are you serious? -Yeah.

-Morning. -Morning.

-Oh. -Hi.

Nico Eltham. Nice to meet you.

Jeff. I'm Georgina's uncle.

Oh, lovely. Hope we didn't, uh, keep you up all night.

No. Irine got me drunk, so slept like a log.

You okay?Yeah.

Happy birthday, darling.

Yes. Happy birthday.

-[Gasps] Oh! -Presents.

Yes. Happy birthday.

Are you too old for us to sing?

Adriana: [Chuckling] Never. But please don't.

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It's from Sophie.

Is there anything from Adam?

I'm sorry, babe.

No, you're not. Adam's missing.

You got what you wanted.Of course not.

He's my son. Don't you think I wish he was here?

My love...

I got you a little something.

Don't open it till I'm gone.

[Sighs]

Let's have lunch.

I'll take you shopping.

I already have plans.

Christos, would you mind helping me get those

up to my room?Yeah. Sure.

I'm sorry. I'll...open them later.

So, I told Georgie what you said yesterday,

that you think Adam's dead.

Listen. I don't know what's going on between you two,

but I really think you ought to talk about it.

We have.Nothing's going on.

So you have talked about the thing

where there's nothing going on?

Adam's disappearance has put a strain on everybody.

Right, and if Adam doesn't want to be found,

then he doesn't want to be found.

That's why I'm registering him as officially missing.

And I support that.

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I'd better get going.

I have to make a phone call.

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I'm very happy that you came to see me.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get to Tiffany

to pick up a gift.

I'll survive.

I need you to do something for me.

Of course, of course, anything.

You have resources that are not available to the authorities.

Mm-hmm.You can get answers

from the sort of people that would never talk to the police.

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And only you can find out what happened to Adam.

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The man you need to speak to is called Louis Dumont.

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He's expecting your call.

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This is where he wants to meet?

Well, if you're dealing in stolen art,

you don't put it on display.

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Louis Dumont?

I'm Georgina Clios.

Who's this?

He's my colleague.

I hear you're interested in buying some art.

We're interested in locatingsome art.

Have you heard of "The Astronomer" by Johannes Vermeer?

Is that a painting?Well, who's your supplier?

Maybe he can help me find what I'm looking for.

I'll check with him.

Well, I can pay for an introduction.

How much?

I don't do business on camera.

Step into my office.

So...tell me how much,

and I tell you what information that buys.

No. Information first,

and I'll tell you what it's worth.

I don't know how you do business in the art world,

but in my office, we do things differently.

Give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Give me the bag. Give me the fucking bag.

[Conversing in French]

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Hey!

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[Speaking French]

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Here are the books you asked for, Monsieur Clios.

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Thank you.

No! No.

[Gasping]

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[Buzzer]

Did you have to go so far?

He'd have done a lot worse to us if I hadn't.

Wait. What are you doing?

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Oh, man.

That's a Courbet.

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Hello?

Stay here.

I'll check upstairs.

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Holy shit.

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[Speaking French]

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[Coughing, gasping]

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[Speaking French]

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[Conversing in French]

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Wait, wait, wait.

[Conversing in French]

I know that Van Gogh.

Some of these paintings have been missing since the 1940s.

[Continues speaking French]

What is he saying?

He's just telling me how much he loves being an old Nazi.

No shit.

[Conversing in French]

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[Chuckles] He's fucking crazy.

Yeah.

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I know this house.

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Who are these people?

[Speaks French]

He won't say it.

This is a waste of time,

but maybe we can get some answers from the Elthams.

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[Grunting]

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I haven't done a full inventory,

but some of these paintings have been missing for over 70 years.

We can't let them disappear again.

Yeah. Okay. Bye.

Just let me do the talking. Okay?

I'm sorry to ask you this,

and I know it might seem like a strange question,

but...

this is your house, isn't it, back in the '40s?

Isn't that Great Grandfather?

Um...

Philip Walker.

What on earth is this about?

How much do you actually know

about what your family was doing during the war?

Not much. Um,

he -- he lived here throughout the Vichy regime.

He was some sort of diplomat, I think,

reporting back to London, you know,

sort of spying on the Nazis, I suppose.

Are you familiar with Vermeer?

[Chuckles]

In passing, yes. Why?

[Cellphone ringing]

Oh. E-Excuse me, would you?

Yes? Laurent?

Monsieur Clios has gone.

W-What do you mean, "gone"?

He has escaped.

What?

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[Groaning]

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Do you have a vault here,

anywhere you keep art that's not being hung?

No.I mean, I've been overseeing the renovations,

so I'd know if there was.

Everything we have is on the walls.

Although...What?

Well, this is the old servants' corridor,

and that doorway beside the servants' bells,

it isn't there anymore.

So, I think there's a -- Okay.

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Right.

Okay, you see where that man is?

There was a door there, right there.

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What the...

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Oh, wow.

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Here, hold this?

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Oh, my God.

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How much did you know about this?

Darling, you -- you have to understand,

you know, my parents,

they -- they didn't talk about these things,

about anything, really.

I mean, there were -- there were rumors about Grandpa,

but, you know, that's all they were.

They were just rumors.What's going on?

Is that a Vermeer?

This painting was stolen from my grandparents

just before they were sent to Auschwitz.

Your great-grandfather was looking after it

for the Nazis,

along with the rest of his horde.

What do you mean, "Looking after it"?

Oh, God.

So, what now?

Take them. Take all of them.

I don't want them anywhere near this house.

I'll have everything else destroyed.

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[Grunting]

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So, what happens now

with the rest of the pictures?

The rest?

They all need to be authenticated,

especially the Vermeer.

Probably some restoration work,

and provenance will have to be checked and verified.

It'll take some time.

Wait, you didn't think that you could just walk out

with it, did you?

Sorry. I've waited so long.

It's just, uh... disappointing.

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Laurent: [Distorted] Oh, no.

Constantine, look at me.

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You'll be okay.

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It's imperative that he receive hospital assessment.

The seizure can be as a result

of any number of serious ailments.

Undiagnosed or untreated, it could be fatal at any moment.

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Make the necessary arrangements.

Yes, madame.

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Uh, Laurent, could you, um --

Bien sur,madame.Please? Thank you.

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[Irina laughing]

Jeff: Oh. Perfect timing.

Just made a fresh pitcher of martinis,

and I was telling Irine about the time

that you spiked the punch at prom.

Were you?Yeah.

Okay.

How was your day?

It had its moments.

I was helping a friend find a painting

that was lost during the Second World War.

How noble.

You know what? I'm going to go and get some fresh ice.

What is going on?

Every time I come home, you're here.

I can't come visit my children?

I don't see them anywhere.

I see you getting drunk with my uncle.

I hope you're not suggesting that Jeff and I --

That's exactly what I'm suggesting, Irina.

Come on. You use sex as a weapon.

What? Do you think you're going to get some pillow talk

out of him? [Scoffs]

Christ. You're paranoid.

Jeff's a perfectly charming man.

I enjoy his company. That's all.

It has been difficult, and he's been

very supportive.

How about you?

Did your little... art-hunting expedition

make you feel better?

You know what?

It absolutely did.

What about you? What are you doing to ease your guilt?

Hmm?

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I would like you to leave now.

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Hey.

Everything all right?

Don't invite her here anymore.

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Come on, Marge. What's going on? Talk to me.

Jeff, I really need some time to myself.

I have a million things to do.

Yeah, well, too bad.

You used to say that to me when you were a teenager,

and every time I'd give you space

and didn't talk about something,

it would come back and bite me in the ass even harder.

So...

You and I aren't leaving till you tell me

what's going on between you and Irina.

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♪ Was it love? It was wild, brought me to my knees ♪

♪ Sparking fires, sparring wars with expensive things ♪

♪ I tiptoe right round my baby ♪

♪ All this world is mad, mad crazy ♪

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