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You can shoot!

I didn't expect that from someone like you.

Why call me here?

I think you were right about the yacht.

That it wasn't an accident.

And I think we can help each other, share what we know.

I found this, in Constantine's things.

- I think it says... - Elena.

She's the only survivor from the explosion.

Do you know her?

I want to know what kind of business

my husband did with your father.

Whatever it was,

if my father was involved

it would have been malignant.

I see it in you now.

That look.

What look?

Zhazhda mesti.

Revenge!

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You're awake.

Do you understand me?

Do you remember your name?

You're in hospital.

You've been in a coma since you got here.

Stay still.

I'm going to call a doctor.

I need to call the doctor.

Oh, are you still using the master bedroom? I can

- stay where I am. - No, no, it's fine you can have it.

Patrice'll move my things in the morning.

Georgina?

I can't imagine what you must

be feeling right now and I know that being

stuck in this mad house won't help.

What I'm trying to say, rather

inelegantly, is, um...

I'm happy you're here.

And we're not all mad.

I know it really

seems that way.

All the posturing that goes on is just Clios bravado.

That's what passes for emotion round here.

But, well we don't all feel that way.

Some of us actually...

Feel.

Whatever you need,

just ask.

I'm glad you're here

but I'm good.

Penny, where have you been hiding...?

Well, I hope you're free right now

because I'm gonna swing by and see you...

Well cancel them. I need to see you.

Thank you baby. The things

I'm gonna do when I...

Listen, I gotta run. I'll see you in a bit.

Did you want something?

We need to talk.

Can't be easy, right,

being the strong one when everything's going to shit.

- I don't have time for this. - I wanna help.

- I don't need your help. - We need to work together.

I barely know you.

I think your father was murdered.

- I need to find out why. - Murdered?

I just need to get into the safe room.

Unbelievable.

- You have no right to stop me! - It's a Clios matter.

What's in the safe room is our business, not yours.

What are you trying to hide?

Ever wonder why Dad never gave you the code?

He made me promise not to give it to anyone. Especially not...

To...

What?

The gold digger?

Especially not to you.

Perhaps Jupiter thought that his wife would discover the truth.

Perhaps, he wanted her to.

Robert.

That forger of yours.

I need to talk to him.

What do you mean "you can't"?

You can't or you won't?

I'm running out of options here.

Christos won't give me anything.

The level of deception in this family I...

I can't trust anyone!

My husband is dead.

You don't get to decide what I know and what I don't know!

Alright, text it to me.

Only one of Negrescu's girls would do something like this.

All due respect Karim, but not every sex worker belongs to him.

Go talk to the girls,

ask some questions.

Can't vouch for the taste

but it's warm, at least.

Thank you so quick

to take up my invitation, Mr. Clios.

We asked your father along here a year ago.

Well, maybe you forgot to include an RSVP.

Well, we should get started.

There's a great deal to cover.

The Brandeis art transactions,

the Cayman loans

and various financial instruments that give us cause for concern.

Where do you think we should begin?

We advise our client not to engage in this line of questioning

unless you can provide concrete evidence of some wrong doing,

Otherwise this is a monumental waste of Mr. Clios' time.

Ok, fine.

Our people are making good progress with

Constantine's money laundering trail,

but it will take time.

And the longer it takes, the longer the bank stays closed.

Once again, we advise our client not to engage in this line of...

There are tens of thousands of pages of documents

we've requisitioned from your office. Boxes.

- Hundreds of them. - Yeah, well, I hope you

have a good filing system.

Is that what you came here to say?

Are you telling me you won't even talk to me about Jon Brandeis.

On behalf of our client, we would suggest that you direct queries

on the subject of Jon Brandeis in the direction of Jon Brandeis.

Or you could show us some evidence.

Until then, we will not respond. And this meeting is adjourned.

Really is bad.

You forged a painting for my husband.

No, no, no! I just want to talk.

Please.

Well?

Your work has a certain energy.

I'm glad you like it but I'm afraid I know nothing about

- your husband or any forged painting. - Do you know who I am?

I'm Georgina Clios...

Of the Clios Foundation.

- I've heard of you, yes. - But I haven't heard of you.

Lucas...

Carlsson?

Is that why you got into this line of work?

- Get out! - How many paintings

- did you forge for my husband? - I don't have to tell you anything.

One word from me

- and no gallery will touch you. - Who do you think you are?

Some stuck up bitch spending money for entitled rich fucks.

Sometimes, that's true, yes

but success requires talent.

- Maybe you need to try harder. - Get the fuck out of my...

You're not going to shoot me.

You're gutless,

just like the rest of all the art world phonies around here.

You wouldn't know real art if it came falling...

Okay, okay. Your husband

had the copy made for some oligarch to put on his yacht.

Ok? Really

that's all I know.

Hey! Georgie! Hey.

I have known Lucas for years!

- He trusts me! - You went behind my back

- with Constantine. - Oh, that was business!

Went behind my back. Forged my painting...

No, your husband did that. I simply made the introduction.

You make it sound like it was nothing.

Alright...

I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I should've told you about Carlsson.

No more secrets.

No more secrets.

Do you mean that?

Yeah.

So, did he tell you anything useful?

He says the painting was for Litvinov.

But the fake is on my wall which means the real Lorraine...

Was on that yacht.

Fifteen million dollars at the bottom of the Mediterranean.

God, what a waste.

What was Constantine doing with Litvinov?

Who knows.

He had a safe room installed a few months ago.

Really?

He never told me about it but I know there's something in there.

- Yeah, so what are we waiting for? - But I can't get in.

- Why not? - Fucking Christos.

The staff wouldn't dare say a thing.

- Since when did you care? - Well your father might see.

Well, he's not here. He left for work this morning or something.

Wait a minute. You want to see my father?

Yeah, I need to talk to him.

Oh, my God! That's why you came.

I'm sorry.

Hey,

come here,...

Listen, I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

Will you tell your father that I wanna speak to him?

That depends.

Impress me.

No. Absolutely not. That...

No fucking way! That's a terrible idea.

And even if it works, are you sure you wanna open that box?

There is something in there that Constantine

- didn't want me to see, I know it. - Exactly.

Because once you see it, you can't unsee it.

Some things are best left alone, Georgie.

Robert, you don't understand! I can't just sit around and wait

for these investigations to be over. I have to get there first.

This is the only thing I have that they don't have.

I will get the family out of the house.

- You break into the safe room. - I'm sorry but what part of

- "no fucking way" do you not get? - Robert, I need to know if

I made the worst mistake of my life.

And when I get caught?

When it goes "tits up"?

You gonna admit to the family and the police

- just how crazy you've become? - You will be fine.

Blue like cornflower.

Azure blue.

Yves Klein blue.

Almost.

My father had one of his paintings.

I like your hair today.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

We had breakfast together,

all three of us.

My brothers and me.

And for a moment, I thought it was nice and then I remembered.

It never was like that.

We never sat around the table back then.

We just imagined we did.

Then maybe things are better.

Yeah.

It's not just about power.

You have to choose the appropriate serve for the situation.

Respond to what your opponent puts in front of you.

- Nice. - No, it was poor.

I wanted to talk to you about a venture I'm working on.

A new private equity fund.

You're starting a fund?

I'm sounding out investors at the moment.

Had a lot of interest already, it's a business strategy

that offers a great opportunity to generate alpha returns even...

And you'd like me to invest?

As an early buy-in

one point five million euros, you

would be a priority client.

You are bloody joking, of course?

- No. - There's an investigation into

Clios Bank, your reputation is shot to shit, and you're asking me

to give you money? After what Constantine did?

The investigation will clear my father of any wrongdoing.

That's not what I'm hearing.

Tell me, what was it like knowing your father was a crook.

Having to carry a secret like that all these years. Quite a burden.

- I'm not my father. - No.

He was a crook who misjudged his opponents.

Serve the same way too many times, it gets predictable.

They start to see you coming.

Whereas you're merely a deluded loser.

Don't ask my daughter for favors again.

Hey,

what's going on? Are you ok?

So, I was thinking.

What if we all went out for dinner tonight? all of us.

- All of us? - Yeah!

Yeah, why not? When was the last time we went out?

Well, I know it's not the same but

Christos won't even come. He doesn't like you.

Oh, he will, eventually.

We're gonna fix this family, right?

Talk it out like grown-ups.

Yeah!

Ok.

- You wanted to update us? - Yes.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get

Christos Clios to talk. He has an army of lawyers that could

drag this out for years. The prick.

So myself and the team are pursuing a different line of inquiry.

The Clios art collection. We've turned up a number of art

transactions relating to a John Brandeis

that may be of interest. If you study the

data illustrations. You see suggested links between

Brandeis and the Clio family.

And we get to him via Georgina Clios.

You disagree, Commandant Delormes?

People died on that boat.

Forget your pretty pictures and Georgina Clios.

This girl is the key.

And you've come up with?

John Brandeis is our man.

Getting to Ms. Clios is the key.

Excuse me.

You know, I've always had a thing for nurses.

Want to make some extra cash?

Of course you want to.

Christos!

Where have you been? Georgina's taking us out for dinner.

- She's given everyone the night off. - Not tonight, I'm busy.

Come on!

It's for the good of the family.

We've got to get out of the house at some point, show everyone

- we're pulling together. - I said no.

If nothing else, it'll keep Georgina happy.

Adam,

I really don't give a fuck about that bitch's happiness.

Don't call her that.

You think you're hurting more than the rest of us?

Or is it that jump-up execs don't like taking orders?

Let me tell you something,

little brother,

the only reason you got where you are is Daddy

- and he's not here anymore... - Stop it!

Just for the sake of one dinner,

can't we put our usual bullshit aside?

Fine.

9 pm. Don't be late!

Robert, we're about to leave, you've got three hours.

So, how's your novel going?

Fine, it's...

- Fine. It's going fine. - You mean you're actually

- writing something? - Christos!

Sorry, go ahead.

It explores the negative impact of marketisation

on contemporary human relationships.

Sounds great.

Yeah, sounds like a real page turner.

Yeah.

You know what your dad told me

- that he used to take you here as kids. - Really?

Yeah, he did when Mother wanted us out of her hair.

Kinda stuffy, no?

Well, Dad liked the wine list.

Wine list?

That's not why we came.

He... He fancied one of the front of the house girls.

- No way! - Oh yes.

He's have them set the table,

- check baby Ada with his coat. - Shut up!

Then he would go to one of the private rooms,

- with the girl... - Christos!

No, no, it's okay.

- I, I wanna know these things. - Why?

Because I'm a masochist.

Were there other women like that? I mean,

more recently.

You mean, since you were married?

No, he wasn't having an affair. I would've noticed.

I don't think so.

Christos?

- Can't we talk about something else? - Sure,

- how about the safe room? - Safe room?

Dad's den. That place he had fitted in the basement.

Oh, yeah, well, Christos goes in there.

Well Christos is the only one who can go in there.

- He's the only one with the code. - Yeah,

come to think of it.

You use it a lot.

- What do you do in there? - Answer the question, Christos.

She is head of the family, after all.

Head of the family?

Mother, you made it!

You weren't expecting me?

We're all telling Georgina what we know about Father.

Oh, fun for all the family.

More fun than the will reading, in any case.

Well I thought the will reading was great fun.

Who doesn't like being threatened by law enforcement.

What do you think, Christos? What would you recommend?

- No, no. Something special. - Ah.

Oh, of course, the '73 Romanee Conti.

Very good, sir.

- Eight thousand euros - Bring it!

Of course.

Liquidating what's left of the family assets, then.

What? Only the best for us.

- Well, we do have to be careful. - Why come here then?

You could have shopped at Carrefour

and cooked us all some hamburgers.

Don't fucking decant it, just...

You know, this domain is over rated, it

doesn't warrant this kind of mark up.

- I wanna a fucking discount. - You would never have the balls to

- act like this if Dad were still here. - Well, if Dad was still here

I wouldn't need a fucking discount, I wanna fucking discount.

- The bill please! - I want to go home.

- The bill please! - Can I come with you?

Yeah, I think it's better if you go home with your mom tonight.

No.

I want to come with you.

Georgie, please let me come with you!

Ok, ok.

I'm very sorry to say, sir, but it is declined.

Whose lucky night is it, then?

Fuck this place!

Fuck you all!

Thank you.

Yeah.

- Are you in yet? - No, I need more time.

- The meal's over. - What!?

- How long have I got? - They're leaving now.

Ok, it, it'll be ok.

Christos, Christos, can I...

God.

Hey. Get out.

Get out.

Your mother was grateful for the favour I did her.

Moving the Negresko account to Clios Bank

when other investors were running scared.

Yeah. No... I'm, I'm sure she was.

Well, that makes us business partners now.

And as such, I'm gonna offer

you some partnerly advice.

Quit while you're ahead.

Yeah,

I'm not done yet.

In fact, since you're so

keen to hand out favours,

I want to increase the house maximum bet.

Well, favours are for your mother. Not for you.

Right,

- you're gonna regret that. - Really.

And why is that?

Well, Interpol has frozen all the bank's assets!

What, you haven't heard?

Yeah, all that money that you put in...

Good luck getting it all back.

- Adriana? - I should've told you I invited Mum.

It's okay. Really, I'm...

I'm just sorry it had to go that way.

It's not your fault.

We're just messed up.

Every family is messed up

- in their own way. - Not this bad.

It was nice of you to try, though.

You really didn't have to.

- What's your family like? - It was just me and my dad.

- You don't talk much about your dad. - He passed away.

- Sorry. - It wasn't easy for him,

raising a daughter alone.

One time he took me to the Philadelphia Museum of Art

and left me there because he couldn't afford a babysitter.

- Really? - Yes, really.

I was twelve.

But I spent the whole afternoon looking at a Monet,

at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,

so, in some ways, I guess he gave me my love of art.

I'll always be grateful to him for that.

Twelve... nineteen...

... blackjack for the bank. The house wins.

He's really going for it.

He wants to bet his Lamborghini.

What do you think we should do?

Will you accept?

Let him do it.

Thanks for the ride.

Oh, if you ever wanna talk,

- I'm here. - Ok. Thanks.

Is something wrong?

No,

no, it's just been a long day.

How much is he in for?

Four hunderd and twenty thousand.

You sure about this?

We could call his mother.

No.

Let him go for broke.

You're good at this, you know.

You should have kids.

Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?

Sure.

Sweet dreams.

Thank you. You too.

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

Place your bets.

It's way past his bedtime.

I'll deal with him.

Christos.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I figured this place might be on the list.

- What are you doing? - What? I'm reviving our fortunes.

Chip by chip.

- Can't you close this down? - The wager's legit.

You pig.

I need more credit.

How did you become vice-president of anything?

- Because he believed in me. - Adam.

Come on, I know you've got some cash on you.

- Come on, bro. - Maybe it's not your night.

Come on.

Of course it's my night, ok. I know what I'm doing,

Get your fucking hands off me...

Off me, Adam! Oh fuck, it's her.

Is he alright?

Sleeping beauty's going to regret this one in the morning.

Of to his hidey hole.

Oh, no, no, no, no you don't.

- Get off me! - Christos!

Why don't we go this way?

I'm fine!

Ok. There you go.

Right, well,

- I'm gonna go to bed. - Me too.

- Good night. - Good night.

You never did have any class.

Business is business, Irina.

How much is he in for?

Six hundred thousand.

He doesn't have that.

What is this really about, Jakob?

I know about the asset freeze.

So your punishing

- Christos to punish me. - No,

I'm entitled to be angry.

When you took my account,

you knew the authorities were coming. You did.

I didn't know about the investigation.

But this is what I do know. I know

your investment is safe.

And I know the investigation will end.

Because it will get to nowhere.

Constantine's dealings were as murky as the sea.

They'll never get to the bottom of it.

Everything my husband did, everything he said,

was intended to obscure the truth.

To make bad things sound good.

In his world,

up was down,

black was white,

and the bank was merely

leveraged.

But in the end, leveraged

is just a respectable word

for debt.

And debt is bad.

I'm alive.

Should I be dead?

I want to meet.

Hello, this is Robert. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

What? What is it?

The six hundred thousand. It disappears.

All of it.

Come on.

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