-Bonjour, Crystal. -Bonjour.
Great to have you back.
Ça va, Emmanuel, ça va?
Good morning, Mrs Clios.
I'm not going to ask how you are.
Is this a visit or are you back?
I'm back.
Well, the collections team are going to be pleased,
and you're looking terrific, if you don't mind me saying so.
Thank you.
Wren, you once described this place as where art goes to die.
I'd never say that about your treasure trove.
We'd just seen the Castiglia show, I was in a dark place.
Oh, no, you were right.
That's why I've decided to hold an exhibition of the Clios Collection.
Would you like me to draw up a list of all our current museum loans?
Yes, please.
I'm also thinking of acquiring some new works,
but I'm gonna need to raise some capital.
I think it's time to let go of some of these pieces.
You sure you're ready?
Paintings only live when they're being looked at.
Oh, dear.
I know.
I feel him here too.
Constantine is gone, and he's not coming back.
Cassandra.
Cassandra, please, try not to worry.
We have to be patient.
Where's your brother?
Probably still trying to get his massive head through the entrance.
He's entitled to some swagger today, it's his first meeting as CEO,
and I've no doubt he's going to be marvellous.
Besides, I meant Adam not Christos.
The one who worries me is Wernher Haas.
Okay, I think I've met him before.
-He's an old friend of your father's? -Yeah.
Hey, just imagine them all naked.
Sorry, you're asking me to resign?
You have drawn the conclusion that my son is unfit to be CEO
after he's been in the position...
Nine minutes?
Well, as long as you've given him a fair chance to prove himself,
who are we to protest?
Nobody doubts your ability, Christos, but you've only just out of rehab.
I have nothing to be ashamed of.
Quite the contrary.
My son has beaten his addictions.
That does not make him weak. It makes him a strong, resilient leader.
We have a duty of care, Irina.
It would be highly irresponsible of us,
to put Christos under such immense pressure at this time.
We thought perhaps a new chief with extensive global experience,
-who hasn't been tarnished by scandal... -Sorry.
Under my watch as COO,
Clios Holding Interests has delivered a 17 percent return,
and outperformed the market over the same period.
The financial investigation might be over,
but the Clios Bank's reputation is severely damaged.
We can fix that.
I'll launch an internal investigation, identify the questionable funds,
and then publicly announce the removal of those funds.
Whatever action you take, no legitimate investor is going to touch you.
And whether you knew about your father's misdemeanours or not,
the world perceives you as guilty by association.
Now, that is unjust, I know, but the fact remains,
the Clios name is tainted.
Then change the story, not the person.
Clios is a bank, yes,
but it's also one of the most prestigious art collections in the world.
Our name should be synonymous with prestige and philanthropy.
I am planning on launching...
...the first exhibition of some of our 20th Century masterpieces.
It will be the inaugural exhibition of the Clios Collection.
Once we have success with that,
we can find a permanent home for those pieces,
the Clios Gallery.
There can be an education wing, an artists in residency programme,
perhaps, even a collaboration with the Louvre.
Let Christos continue to run the bank,
and I will deal with our branding issue.
But my shareholders aren't looking for window dressing,
they're ready to jump ship.
If the bank can't recapitalize on the money they're losing,
shareholders will sell out.
And that would mean the end of Clios Bank.
Well, I will not resign.
In that case, you leave me no option.
I propose a vote of no confidence.
You can't do this without Adam!
The board has 40 percent of the voting shares,
and the Clios family have 60 percent,
and that is split between Georgina, Christos and Irina,
who is proxy for both you and Adam.
This is a waste of everyone's time.
Georgina's plan is an excellent one,
but my responsibility is towards my shareholders.
The fact is the bank needs a new figurehead.
So, all those in favour,
please raise your hands.
I'm sorry, Irina.
But it's about the bank,
and securing its future for all of us.
Is that everyone?
Christos, I know that your instinct is to curl up into a ball, or...
Or what?
Don't give them that power.
Darling, this is for the best.
Now is not the right time. You need time to recuperate, relax.
In a couple of years, you'll get your day in the sun.
No, it's fine. I understand.
It's a fantastic opportunity, and...
Yes, of course. Yes, sure.
Thanks. Bye.
Please tell me you have some good news.
I have tried every museum and gallery in a 25 mile radius
and as soon as I say the word "Clios," they pretty much hang up on me.
And you've told them that money is no object.
I offered them a blank cheque, they're just not interested...
Well, thank you for trying.
Simon Lefilier.
-Really? -Yes.
-Oh. -No! No, no, no...
-Hello? -Daphne, it's Georgina Clios.
Oh, what a gorgeous surprise.
Your husband's in property holdings, isn't he?
Yeah, he dabbles.
I'm looking for somewhere to host an exhibition of my art collection,
I was thinking maybe he knows a place.
It should be pretty large. Somewhere distinctive and unique.
Of course, I can ask him.
Raafi has all sorts of properties in his portfolio,
but if it's something distinctive that you're after,
there is somewhere on our estate...
I'll text you the details.
Great.
I really appreciate it.
Of course.
Okay, who's next?
-St John Powell. -He's an old perv.
The man's a certified genius.
Mum wants sweet nothings whispered into her ear,
not quadratic equations.
Do you really think she's ready?
It's been 18 months since Dad died.
You can't measure grief by time.
But there's some sort of...
loneliness about her that breaks my heart...
I appreciate all your efforts my darlings,
but I neither need nor want a man.
I'm perfectly happy as I am.
France does suit you, that's for sure.
A delicious man would simply be the icing on your cake.
You two are all the icing I need.
Okay.
Oh, do be careful out there, that fucking wild boar is back.
It has decimated the olive grove.
Don't know what Daphne and I are worrying about.
You're clearly a magnet for old boars.
One more quip like that, I'll be sending you out to deal with the bloody thing.
Yes?
Right. I'll be there straight away.
Don't panic.
You were in an accident.
Quite badly injured.
It's Cassie.
Do you remember?
I have no idea how you made it to the estate,
but Laurent found you, my groundsman.
But no one else knows you're here.
This is his house.
Where's Georgina?
Oh, she's fine.
Don't worry, just get some rest.
You're safe here.
I'm sorry for not returning your calls.
I think that Raoul's death affected me way more than I had expected.
-No matter. -Well, no, I wanna thank you
for taking care of my boat.
I'm... I'm sorry for snooping.
Curiosity will end me one of these days.
Oh, here. Go up.
See what you think. I need to take this.
Hi, I'm with Georgina. Yes.
Fuck! What the fuck!
I was chasing a sanglier, a boar...
Mother?
I'm going to have to hide all your guns away.
Oh, Christ, I am so sorry.
-Is this a friend of yours? -Yes.
Yes, it is. I'm ashamed to say, but this is my mother,
Lady Cassandra Eltham.
This is Georgina Clios.
Oh, goodness...
It's a pleasure to... shoot you.
Georgina is looking for an exhibition space for her art collection.
I was showing her the fort.
What, that old place?
Oh, it's beautiful.
Well, why don't we, erm, discuss it over dinner?
-Friday? -That would be fun.
And then you can bring the rest of your clan 'cause I'm dying to meet them.
-7:30? -Thank you.
-Is that good? -That would be lovely.
-Please be careful with that. -Oh, darling don't worry.
I'm fine.
-I'm sorry. Are you all right? -Oh, no, I'm fine.
Let me show you the house. It's down here.
Just watch your step.
This is your "little project"?
Thank you so much for showing me that extraordinary place.
Well, I've simply given you the feathers,
you're the one who has to fly.
Feel free to wander.
Daphne said you were here.
Multidimensional microtimings.
I'm sorry?
William Shakespeare had it hopelessly wrong
when he described music as the food of love.
In fact, music is the food of mathematics.
I'm Inspector Gianni Marino from Italian police,
and she's my colleague, Viola Bianchi.
Pleasure.
There are some matters we would like to discuss with you
regarding a murder enquiry.
I don't understand why you're asking me these questions.
Raoul wasn't murdered.
We have reason to believe he was.
Nico! Georgina!
They think Raoul was killed.
No, no, he slit his wrists.
I was the one who found him.
The post-mortem results indicate otherwise.
I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time wrapping my brain around this.
Raoul did not have an enemy in the world.
Did you notice anything unusual
about Raoul's behaviour the night of his art show?
No.
He was his usual neurotic self.
How long were you in that room before you found his body?
Not long.
You collect art, right?
You have some prime Raoul Kabala pieces in your possession,
you were the one who found his body,
you're going to gain financially from his death.
Gain?
I don't need to kill for money.
What would you kill for?
You have got this all wrong.
Was Mr Kabala involved with any of you and your late husband's businesses?
His bank accounts indicate you've paid him
a considerable amount of money over the years.
Constantine and I discovered Raoul when he was a rising star.
You can see for yourself,
the most recent purchases were all through his gallery.
All right.
All right, Mrs Clios.
Let's just go through your version of events one more time.
Absolutely.
It's ironic, isn't it,
that an invitation to an art show about the underworld
should lead to one becoming a murder suspect.
How can they possibly think it's any of us?
It's funny.
Georgina's husband dies in mysterious circumstances
leaving her a very rich widow.
And now Raoul's dies in mysterious circumstances,
leaving her a very rich art collector.
Stop it. Stop it.
Do you know what your problem is, dear Daphne?
What?
You trust absolutely everyone.
But you don't know that woman
at all.
So?
The stud farm is on its last legs.
You don't have enough horses,
and frankly, the ones you do have are dud studs. No offence.
Pay no attention to the grumpy man, Bolt.
Straight ahead.
It's such a pity that Dad's horses' progeny
turned out to be such a bunch of losers.
Yup, just like us.
Well, me at any rate.
Oh my God, this self-pitying has to end!
I mean, the world does not revolve around Clios Bank!
There are thousands opportunities out there.
You just have to seize them and open up your eyes.
Okay.
Channelling Mum today are we?
No. That's just me.
Anyways, what would you do with this place if you were in my shoes?
-With four million euros? -Yes, sir.
I'd, er, invest in a few decent studs,
and hope one of them comes good.
I also think
it would make sense to rent the vineyard.
You'd be better off selling the wine yourself.
Plus there's
potential to diversify the brand,
upscale...
See, that's why you have to come manage this place for me.
This is... This is yours.
You'd be doing me a favour. I mean, safeguarding my inheritance.
Just look at this place.
Dad would piss himself if he knew
I was within six feet of one of those creatures.
Well, change it.
Do something with this place, you know.
Show them.
Love your pink shirt.
So, what has it been,
32, 33 years?
Last thing I heard was you were conquering the international stock market.
But I remember Constantine Clios
before he was Constantine Clios.
Oh, should we stop this?
Did...
Did you ever get married?
Yes.
Henry.
We lost him about, well, just over a year ago.
-I'm sorry. -Oh, no, no, I'm was so lucky he was...
...a very kind husband and,
a wonderful father to my children,
Daphne and Nico.
Twins.
-I have children. -Yes.
By your first wife.
-And Georgina? -No.
Not yet.
My throat is just killing me.
No, no, no, no. No, you're not getting out of the dinner.
Apparently, our hostess owns a site that's
perfect for Constantine's gallery.
Georgina wants us to be very charming.
Are you sure you don't know where Adam is?
Even if I did, why would I tell you?
So you can shaft him like you did your other son?
I don't like it when he goes quiet.
If I were him, honestly, I'd just be hiding somewhere
where no one could find me.
What do you mean?
Georgina.
Georgina and Adam?
What, you've never noticed how obsessed he is with her?
Borderline psychotic.
Ada, you should be the one writing a novel.
Your imagination is amazing.
I saw it! He attacked her.
He, like, forced himself upon her.
I'm cracking my mask here.
-Mum! -This is ridiculous.
It's not.
Fabio, stop the car.
Last time. Last call.
At 3.9 million.
Thank you very much indeed, sir.
Congratulations!
Thank you.
Christos Clios, isn't it?
Congratulations. I recently met your charming stepmother.
I believe we are all having dinner together this evening.
Are you all right?
I don't know the first thing about racehorses.
I've sourced something I think might be perfect,
it's a Sofonisba Anguissola.
Try saying that after four Martinis.
I love that name. It sounds like a Puccini aria.
Never seen the appeal of opera myself,
all that shouting and dying.
-Wren? -He said he was a friend of yours.
I know what you're thinking. What am I doing here?
Actually, I was thinking
I needed to have a stern word with my security team,
but now that you've mentioned it...
Raoul.
The police showed up at my place. I wanted to check you were okay.
I am.
Thank you.
All this is yours?
There's more, but it's on loan to various galleries and museums.
So, do you love them all the same, or do you have a favourite?
This is the least expensive,
but it's the most precious.
The little mermaid
failed to win the love of a man's heart,
and the punishment was death.
But she was rescued by these women.
This is the moment she becomes a daughter of air.
It was in a story book that I had when I was a kid,
and it made me think that no matter how complicated things are,
there's always hope.
Why am I telling you this?
I didn't come here only to ask about Raoul.
I planned to charm you into helping me with something.
I might regret asking you this,
but why do you need my help?
It's about a painting,
that belonged to my grandmother's family.
It was stolen long time ago.
Well, if you wanna talk,
I'm happy to listen,
and we can take it from there.
Okay.
I just came to see how he is.
I have some guests this evening, so I need to vanish for a while.
How long have I been here?
You need to rest.
How long?
About a month.
Look, when you get your strength back, I'll tell you everything.
I want to know now.
No one's going to find you here. You have to believe me.
You're not in danger any more.
Look, when Laurent found you, you were barely conscious,
but you told him enough.
A decision had to be made.
So, I found a man at the mortuary
whose silence I could buy.
We planted your dental records,
and it worked.
Your enemies have stopped looking for you.
Georgina thinks I'm dead?
Well, what choice did I have?
Oh, my God. What the hell have you done?
I didn't ask for any of this.
You came to me for help.
Remember?
I wanna go home.
I just...
I just wanna go home.
Well, the only place you have left to hide
is me.
You look so beautiful, Ada.
I keep finding bits of gold everywhere.
Georgina,
don't be upset,
but Ada told me about Adam.
What about Adam?
I'm sorry Georgie. I...
I saw what he did to you.
What he tried to do.
Well then, you must have seen how quickly he came to his senses.
It's okay.
Go easy on him. He's grieving.
You've not been in touch with him at all since it happened?
No, I haven't heard from him.
I want the truth.
Am I missing something?
Adam's phone
was in his car that was retrieved from the Marina.
I found a text from you
inviting him to meet you there.
Oh, that was days ago.
I was eager to clear the air with him,
but he didn't show up.
Irina, Adam and I found ourselves
in a very regrettable situation.
I'm sure he's just embarrassed.
I don't think that's everyone else's business.
Do you?
Okay.
Welcome. Georgina, how lovely to see you.
You look radiant.
Oh, thank you so much for having us.
And you must be Irina.
How are you?
This is my daughter, Adriana.
-Oh, how do you do? -How do you do?
Yes, now, please do come in.
-I love your hair. -Oh, thank you.
Well, considering that you've both been married to the same man,
you do seem to get on awfully well.
Very European.
Your place is gorgeous.
My parents left this to me,
but unfortunately, when they died,
they left a dukedom's worth of debt,
so I had to get rid of the house in Dartmouth,
-but this one I couldn't bear to let go. -It's very special.
I've often wondered who owned it, and now I know.
-It's you. -Please, help yourselves.
I used to stand here and watch the children
racing all around the place when they were tiny.
Excuse me, I'll use the ladies room.
-Yes, of course. -Thank you.
When Adriana was little, she would
hug me tightly, and her arms just reached my waist.
I used to call her my belt.
Some statement belt, right?
Time moves on,
but sometimes our hearts get left behind.
So, let's talk about this art exhibition of yours.
Well, your building is perfect.
There's plenty of space, and the interior is gorgeous,
but it won't take away from the art.
And if there're any renovations we have to do, of course, I will pay for that.
That's very generous.
Hey, Sophie. Oh, God, it's so boring here.
I'm tempted to set this whole place on fire.
Erm, well, listen I'll...
Give you a shout when I'm done.
Can I please come live with you?
Please, please, please.
Shit!
What are you doing in here?
-That vase was priceless. -I'm so sorry.
I'll pay... I'll pay you back.
I will.
That reaction was so much more priceless than the vase.
You fuckin' asshole.
Well...
If it had been the statuette...
That would be very, very unfortunate.
You mean that one?
What's going on in there?
Nico, dinner is about to be served.
Georgina, I have something for you.
I've decided that you can have the fort for your paintings.
Thanks, and ever thanks.
You are most welcome.
To new friends.
To backing the right horse.
Oh, how was the auction?
I'm sorry. Would you excuse me for a second?
He bought a racehorse.
-Carlotta's Ghost. -What a name.
How much did you spend?
In the end, it was...
3, 3.9 million.
It's our entire budget.
Yeah, it's a good investment. You asked me to manage the stud farm.
I wanted the horse for myself, but your brother is a worthy adversary.
I hope it's worth it.
Yup, me, too.
Oh, it's a sound investment.
What happened?
My father died.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Georgie, your hand?
Here.
I remember when I lost my father.
I was seven years old.
He left for work in the morning and then never came home.
I don't remember much about him, except,
for the feeling his smile gave me,
like I was the most precious stone in the world.
No one else
ever smiled at me like that.
I didn't think it was gonna feel like this.
Sorry I left you to it. I just didn't know what to say.
It's fine.
It's never easy to find the right words.
No, but Georgina told me her dad died, like, years ago.
Mum, are you listening? Georgina told me she lost her dad years ago.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
She told me first when I met her, and then when Dad died,
and she said she understood what it meant to lose a father at my age.