- Is it Constantine? - He's dead.
Constantine Clios, my ex-husband
He lives on in his art foundation, in his children.
Georgina, I love you and I always will.
The explosion. Somebody did it to us.
Someone very close.
What if this wasn't an accident.
So he kept secrets even from you?
He used me Robert,
he never loved me.
My marriage was a sham.
I'm sorry.
He didn't love you.
There's nothing for you here now.
Whatever trouble he's left us with, I'm here.
No-one is who they seem, are they?
You do know I think the world of you.
If you just give me a chance.
- Georgie! - Get off of me!
I love you, Georgie.
- I'm just trying to tell you... - Get off of me!
He's gonna kill us!
Tell him I will help you.
You must go.
I recognise her...
I only saw her once at a party.
But she was there with Adam.
You're just like the rest of them.
You think that you can just
take whatever you want.
Well you can't. This family...
Is a cancer. It is poisoned at the root.
So what are you going to do?
Why are you still here Robert?
I'm still here because of that girl I first met.
The one I think you really are.
I'm not that girl anymore.
I'm gonna put an end to this.
It's my fault he's gone.
I did this to them.
To you.
Thank you
for telling me the truth.
I knew that when I called you,
I just wanted to hear you say it.
I lost everything, because of you.
I doubted the only man
I ever loved in my whole life.
Your dad was right, you are pathetic.
He saw right through you.
And so do I.
Death is inside her!
It's okay. It's okay.
Death is inside her!
She's going to take our souls!
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You're ok. Just breathe.
What's your name?
Georgina.
Georgina,
is there anyone else we should be looking for?
Don't worry.
You're safe now.
We'll deal with her boat later,
we need to get her to safety.
I need some help.
I have never seen a storm quite like it.
Are you alright?
Come on.
Can we call anyone for you?
No, no, thank you.
Ok. Let me take you inside, come on.
How are you feeling?
My boat's still out there,
I'm gonna need to organise a salvage crew.
Maybe I could use your phone?
It's the middle of the night!
It can wait till tomorrow.
It'll be much easier to find in the daylight.
I'm gonna get some sleep now.
- Thank you. - Of course.
Georgie, Georgie.
It's okay, Mom.
I know you didn't mean it.
Georgie?
I can't find Georgina. The house is empty.
Good!
It means I get to have you to myself for a change.
Everything's been so crazy.
It's so messed up.
Do you think Georgina's gone for good?
If she has, can you blame her?
You still have me.
I promise I'll always be delightfully normal.
Delightfully normal?
What you did last night was not
delightfully normal!
How did it go with Fatima?
Yeah, she made her flight so...
You look much better,
I'm so glad I let you sleep in.
Could I use your phone now?
I really should be getting back home.
Of course. Your family must be worried sick.
You're Georgina Clios, aren't you?
I'm Daphne Al-Qadar and the man
who pulled you from the sea is my husband, Raafi.
Oh my God, I am ravenous.
Is there a tender, maybe, that could take me to Villefranche?
No need, darling.
I mean, we'll be leaving here in about
a minute and we'll be in Nice in an hour.
Come have breakfast with me.
Come on.
Darling,
I've come to offer my condolences.
Your phone appears to have died.
Well I was a tad busy, so...
You should be resting,
your body needs time to heal.
You didn't have to play limo driver;
I'm sure she's more than accustomed to travelling coach.
As you've been so "pre-occupied",
I expect you haven't heard the news.
What news?
Clios Bank's assets are officially unfrozen.
Well, actually I know.
In fact, you will be receiving an invitation
to a board meeting I've set up.
Have you told your brother?
Yeah, I've sent him a messages
on his mobile and at both apartments.
CEO
I can help you.
Your father's shoes,
that's a mighty big pair to be stepping into.
You're something of an art doyen, aren't you?
Do you know my brother, Nico Eltham?
Nico Eltham? Yes, I know of him.
Yeah, well, one of his clients
owns the villa that we just got married in.
So, I accidentally crashed your honeymoon?
No, no, no. Only the very end of it.
Tomorrow I start work on
a little project:
decorating a house that belongs to my mother.
No-one's touched the place since fuck-knows never,
so it's gonna be quite the challenge.
- So you'll be going back to London? - Eventually.
And in the meantime, we've taken
the top floor of the Belle Rive Hotel.
Raafi's family owns it.
I mean if married life is always this fun,
I think I'm in it for the long haul.
I'm so sorry.
I can't imagine how
destroying it must've been
to lose your husband.
My father died
last year and it was the worst thing...
It's hard to live without your heart.
My boat was lost in the storm last night
I need a vessel sent to find and salvage it.
I don't care about the costs. I just need it found.
Do you want to come to the stud farm with me later?
I'd only distract you. I'll leave you to your horses.
Hey, look.
Georgie! Georgie!
I thought you weren't coming back.
Have you ever known me to run away from anything?
Bonjour.
Christos Clios.
- What was that? - Ah, there you are!
- I know what you're trying to do. - What?
Testing my drink.
Oh, that's good. Get all that anger out.
That's not anger, it's pity.
Is that the kind of bullshit they teach you at rehab?
Really? Are you even listening to yourselves?
You know if any other family had
been through what we've been through...
Irina!
How did that thing get in my room?
The bird?
A delivery man brought it.
What, that didn't strike you as odd?
No more or less odd than
the other pieces in your collection.
Tell them to send a parakeet next time.
I adore parakeets.
Hello?
Madame Clios? You took your time.
Who the fuck are you?
Pleasure to meet you too.
Listen to me.
I do not take well to threats, ok?
You better start talking.
You're not as charming as I was led to believe.
You forfeited the right to my charm
the minute that bird showed up at my house.
Why did you send it?
What, you gonna shoot the messenger?
Messenger?
For whom?
Look,
I don't care who you are, or what you've done.
There's no need for guns.
All I know is if you want answers,
I can take you to the guy who has them.
The choice is yours.
Touch my gun again,
and you'll be singing Castrato.
Eighty-six.
Maybe if you use some padding for the shoulders.
It's so unfortunate, you have your grandfather's shoulders.
You know, to...
Forty-five.
Erm, yeah, I'm not so keen on those...
I think this is the material. Although the grey...
You should go with midnight blue silk.
It'll be so good, you'll look so handsome.
Is that an apology I'm hearing?
I was right about Fatima.
It was never going to be serious with "that girl".
"That girl"?
You've always had a weakness for strays.
- You know... - But you know what?
Blame me.
Blame me for all of it.
Go tell a therapist how much you hate me,
spend ten thousand Euros an hour if you must.
But I will love you and fight for you
until my dying breath.
Don't be ordinary.
You're on your own from here.
Welcome to Underland!
You, dear Georgina will get to
experience its delights and its torments.
You bastard!
No, thank you for making the journey.
Not everyone was quite so game.
Let me get this straight.
The crow, the messages
- Yes. - The church?
Yes, no, no, no, all part of your invitation to Raoul Kabala's
latest art installation. Raoul.
Georgina will probably hate it. They all will.
Shitting bricks are we, love? The size of Russia.
Raoul, it is an honour to be here,
what you've created has me very intrigued.
Raoul.
Oh, excuse me.
Er, one question.
Couldn't you have sent an email?
You'll have to blame Raoul for that.
You see, my beloved believes
that to understand Underland,
one must know how it feels to fear
punishment by an unseen power.
He therefore concocted
the most brilliant way to replicate the experience
Oh my God Peri, if you do not
stop talking I might actually die.
- Daphne? - Hi!
Now wait! How is a sophisticated,
cultured woman like you friends with this Philistine?
Oh, that is not fair,
I really rather enjoyed the invitation.
By the way, I called my crow Russell.
Now where did you two meet?
We all have our secrets, darling.
Gabriel!
Welcome.
Do you have a minute?
I can't decide whether you look
better with or without the gun.
Listen!
I usually figure out Periklis' invitations,
but this year I was a bit distracted,
and in my defence, helicopters and birds are new
No need to apologise.
Your business is none of mine.
I'm just here to ferry guests back and forth.
What do you think, of the exhibition?
Interesting.
Particularly the waxworks
in which Raoul captures the moment of death,
"when the soul is separated
"from the body thus losing its identity".
How does he achieve that?
I have no idea.
It's just something I overheard a guy say.
Okay. But what do you think of it?
Look, I'm very attracted to you too.
Excuse me?
But there's obviously a lot of complicated shit going on
in your life right now
and I'm not into complicated.
I'm sorry I have to go.
He looks remarkably like my old House Master.
And you look like your photo from the Sotheby's staff list.
Of all the places I thought we'd one day meet,
an Aeolian Island
wasn't one of them.
Nico Eltham.
Yes.
Come with me.
- Where are we going? - To hell.
It's fucked up and quite beautiful.
That's what I admire most about Raoul Kabala.
And on the way you can tell me
about how my sister saved your life.
I think I might go and explore.
Raoul?
I want to go home, why are they keeping us here?
Darling, when someone takes their own life, police
have to follow a procedure.
He was at the top of his game.
Peri told me earlier he'd never
known Raoul to be so prolific.
I thought he'd found some sort of peace with Peri,
why would he have agreed to marry him?
Don't you see, the whole show was geared
towards his suicide,
from the theme to the lines he carved in his wrist.
This was Raoul's attempt at immortality.
Did you know him well?
I knew he was troubled but I
didn't see that coming.
Was that the first time you saw a dead body?
The first one I ever saw was of a man I killed.
- You killed someone? - In combat.
I served for twelve years in the Israeli army.
What?
Usually, people ask what it feels like to kill someone.
And what do you say?
I tend to shrug the question away.
You can explain it, say the words, but
you can't feel it unless you've been in that situation.
There's relief.
Accomplishment.
Elation.
Remorse.
You did it, and then it becomes part of who you are.
You deal with it
and then you move on.
I'm sorry, I'm sure it makes no sense to you.
That makes perfect sense.
It's the only choice you have, you know,
unless you wannna spend the rest of your life like er...
Like one of Raoul's waxworks?
Yeah.
Can I get a ride?
Let's go.
If you need a pilot...
Noah?
Thank you.
- Hey? - Hi.
So you've finally overcome your fear of horses.
It's not fear, I'm just careful.
I haven't seen you in ages.
I was on my way to the office
and thought I'd swing by.
Yeah, I've heard that one before.
Dad used this as his pitstop as well.
I'm not dad.
Well maybe you should go somewhere and cool off.
Yeah, I don't really have anywhere to go.
- Look, if you're busy, I can - No, I'll show you the horses.
Ok?
I can introduce you to Bolt. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
I promise.
Well, I'll let you do the talking.
Hello?
After the horrors of last night
I've actually got some good news for you.
It's Daphne by the way.
Our lovely crew have found your boat
and called the salvage chaps to tow it back to shore.
So it's here
safe and sound. I mean, I say safe and sound,
obviously it's a bit fucked
however it is in one piece, so hoorah.
I'm standing on the deck right now.
Ok, I'll er...
Text me exactly where you are.
Madame Clios
Daphne?
There you are.
It's not too awful in here, is it?
I mean I'm sure it will scrub up beautifully
My husband and I
made so many good memories on this boat.
It was our little escape.
The night that you found me was
the first time that I had been back since...
Well,
I guess I just wanted to feel closer to him.
But then I realised,
I'll never feel his arms around me again.
I'm,
I'm so sorry.
Could I just have a moment.
Would you mind?
Course.
How are you feeling?
Like I'm on a floating mausoleum.
I think it's time to say goodbye to this boat.
Mrs. Al-Qadar!
Your carriage awaits!
Will you come and have cocktails with us this week?
That would be lovely.
Good.
And then you can tell me whether your real name
is Georgina Clios or Julie Carson.
Strictly entre nous of course.
Bye.
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