Riviera

Welcome to Underland!

Raoul.

Georgina will probably hate it. They all will.

- Did you target me? - No.

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.

Adam is dead.

I killed him.

This is your father.

What if I told you

that Constantine is still alive?

No!

I've done some things

that I'm not proud of

since you 'died'.

Some things you shouldn't forgive.

How does it feel

to know that your first born son was murdered

by Georgina?

Georgina is there no way

that we can find to fix this.

Don't you understand what losing you did to me?

I would have lived in a tin shack with you.

- Is it serious with Noah? - I don't know.

I didn't think you would be around to ask me that.

Georgina?

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

No, not at all, I was just

lost in thought.

When are you off?

Well, I'm leaving the staff behind to pack up.

It was killing me.

His personal things?

You know everywhere I look

there's another little heartbreak;

a scribbled note,

his nerdy little glasses.

You know,

I cried for two hours yesterday when

the police told me

that lovely little lapel pin

I bought for his birthday wasn't among his effects.

I burned most of Constantine's

things myself, I was so messed up.

At least we have our precious memories.

Raoul Kabala:

my heart,

my life,

my soul.

No shadow will ever be dark enough

to dim your beautiful flame.

I summon the love of our friends in this room

to help me give thanks

for your magic light.

It was beautiful.

Does this mean you'll be in the US for good?

I can't stomach it here,

knowing the police have given up.

Such a shame you're moving back to Miami.

Their failure was a disgrace and nothing less.

You now it doesn't get easier.

I find I'm becoming worryingly immune.

The choir was extraordinary.

Yes, I've, I've always loved that song.

It makes you treasure those you have around you.

It's a shame Noah couldn't be here with you.

I'm beginning to think art attracts loathsome bastards.

Present company excluded, of course.

We overheard Raoul's dealer from

Cologne discussing when to cash in.

Yeah, his work has tripled in value, did you know that?

That's the art world for you, unfortunately.

Let's try and focus on Raoul shall we?

And let the vultures get on with it.

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Your car's ready, Mr. Carter.

Yeah, thanks.

Hello!

I don't need to ask how you're doing.

You don't look so great yourself.

My kids used to gather here with their friends.

Pool parties and barbecues,

drunk teenagers throwing up in the planters.

I used to nag them about the mess.

You never met Adam.

He was no saint,

but he had this

intensity, this charisma

I need hardly point out that he took after me.

How long are you planning to stew in a hotel?

I just can't face her.

So, I've rented a Ferrari,

and I'm gonna drive through the hills

to distract myself.

Like a,...

Like a proper grown-up would.

Can I call shotgun?

Sure.

It's almost as if he was never really here.

And we must convince

ourselves that he wasn't.

Everything

must go back to the way it was.

You can't command me to un-know what I already know.

It's a betrayal of Daphne

to let this hang between us.

The secret.

Do you understand?

So this is the last time

we will ever mention it.

For your sister.

Of course.

Look, I'm very attracted to you too.

Excuse me?

There is obviously a lot of

complicated shit going on in your life right now

I plan to charm you

into helping me with something.

It's about a painting.

Wow, it looks amazing.

I'm gonna have Noah come over and take a look.

Are the authentication papers ready?

It makes for pretty harrowing reading, I'm afraid.

The swastika stamp's real.

Philip Walker, your friend's grandfather,

was given the Vermeer as a thank you

from the Gestapo for his loyal service to the Reich.

It hasn't seen the light of day since then.

It looks like

Noah will have to share his haul though.

The restitution team have flagged

that a cousin of Noah's

filed a claim to the Vermeer some years ago,

should it ever be found.

I mean, I'm assuming that this cousin is legit.

I've been dying to see it.

And you.

Show me.

It looks more amazing than

I could ever have imagined.

We got it cleaned and restored and authenticated.

The Nazi restitution board's very grateful

for your tenacity in tracking it down.

Your cousin's really grateful too.

Your cousin, Odile, in Quebec?

You know she's had a claim registered

on this painting for years.

I'm not aware of a cousin.

Strange cos she's aware of you.

Well then, I'm glad to have been of help.

Well, I'm sure that she'd

wanna thank you in person.

What's the time difference there

maybe we should give her a call.

I, I don't know what your issue is...

My issue

is that I think you've been lying to me.

Again?

Please. I'm not staying for this.

Well, if you're not lying to me, then stay and explain.

Tell me I've misunderstood.

Tell me that your cousin's a fraud and that I lack trust,

because at least that part would be true!

Tell me you haven't been playing me this whole time.

Because your cousin Odile thinks that you're dead.

My real name is Daniel Attali.

I met Noah Levy in the army.

We fought together,

we trusted each other.

He was my friend.

And your friend, Noah,

never mentioned a cousin Odile?

I don't think he knew about her.

Or he didn't wanna share.

He wasn't like that.

Naomi and Pawel were his grandparents.

We were always going to go

after the painting together.

It was the plan for after the army.

I said I'd help.

But he was killed by a sniper.

So, you decided to pursue the Vermeer

out of some sort of loyalty to your brother in arms?

Yes.

That's noble.

Are you sure it wasn't the twenty

million dollars the painting's worth?

I mean I get it, you had to be him, in order to collect.

Believe it or not, we don't all

live to fill our bank accounts.