Riviera

It's Nico,

he makes me feel so worthless.

I can't keep living like this anymore.

It's always been the two of us, Daphne.

And that's how it has to stay.

Did you do this?

Daphne, what did you think was gonna happen?

What do I do now?

I can't do this on my own.

You don't have a choice.

If you set out for revenge,

then first you must dig two graves.

Perfect. One for Alex and one for Ellen.

I am going to Argentina and I'm going to fix this.

If you know anything about my country at all,

you will know that we have

an excellent record of making citizens disappear.

I run this city. It will be a dangerous mistake

for you to stay in Buenos Aires.

I know that Victor Alsina-Suarez

covered up that boy's death.

Gracias.

I'm telling you

I have a good feeling about this.

You have no cause to worry.

The exits polls I've seen are too close for my liking.

I've invested faith, time and capital

into keeping you in office, Victor.

I hope it was worth it.

- Oh, Jesus Christ. - What?

I'm sure I'm gonna feel great once

we've saved the world and all that,

but he has just threatened to strip us naked

and throw us out of a fucking plane.

So we stay away from dark alleys.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING]

Juliana? It's me, Georgina.

Can we come in?

Hola.

Juliana, I know this sounds like a big deal.

But I think that we can make a really good case.

So, what you need to do first is to meet

with Georgina's lawyer friend.

I said no!

You know how powerful these people are?

How much money they have?

Si...

Please.

I think we should go.

So now what do we do?

I'm not sure.

Maybe head back to the polo club?

- No, gracias. - No. Gracias.

I have information about the death of Tomas Castillo.

- Please, come on. Follow, follow me. - Wait, who are you?

You're being followed, you're being followed. Come on.

Meet me at the Pyramid at Plazo de Mayo, one hour.

Why not here?

Please. No, no. You have to get rid of those guys first.

One hour, please.

Ciao. Gracias.

- Are we being followed? - Yep.

Does it look serious?

Yeah.

Holy shit. Come on, let's go.

- Give him your Rolex. - No! No, no!

Give him your Rolex!

Oh!

Uh...

- How's... - I'm driving.

Jesus.

Fuck!

We're too exposed out here, we'll never lose them!

Come on! Come on!

Shit! Okay, up, up, up! Come here!

Shit.

Damn it!

- Here. - Come on.

- Gracias. - Gracias.

Ah.

Hey! Where is she?

- Hey, hey! - Fuck off!

- Where is she? - I don't know where she is.

Believe me, it will be worse for her

if we have to find her ourselves.

Hey.

Did anybody follow you?

No, I think I lost them.

My name is Rodolfo Malfi.

I saw you the other day on the TV news.

And then I heard that you came to see Juliana Castillo.

- Hmm? - You're trying to help her, aren't you?

I'm not sure how well that's going.

Yeah, well, you're too well known to be silenced.

You said that you have information?

Mm-hmm.

Well, do you know something about Tomas' death?

At first, it was a thing

that we did for some easy money.

That's how I met Tomas.

At Cirsium Industries that first day.

Cirsium Industries, what is that?

They paid us money so they could pump us all

full of some new drug to test it out.

And Tomas was part of that trial?

So many permissions, so much,

so much secrecy.

I'm sure you had to sign a non-disclosure agreement, right?

Everything changed after Tomas died.

Suddenly you can feel the weight

of a big corporation, like a threat? You know?

Have you ever heard of Alexandra Harewood

or Ellen Swann?

No. I'm scared what the drugs will do to me.

What the people at Cirsium will do to me for going public.

But somebody has to speak out.

Do you have any evidence?

Anything in writing?

They made us wear these after Tomas died.

They monitor every physical reaction,

pulse, heart rate, the whole story.

Promise me you will tell the world.

Yes, absolutely.

Oh, no. Fuck!

Oh, shit.

Hey! Wait!

Whoa!

Rodolfo!

This is such a fucking mess!

I...

They didn't... They just didn't give me any choice.

I tried to warn you, but I...

They stuck a gun in your face. It's okay, I get it.

This is so fucked. I mean, it's...

You don't want to turn around and go home now, do you?

No, we cannot give up!

We have a lead, thanks to Rodolfo.

We can't ignore it.

Are you sure this is the right place?

Cirsium Industries don't exactly

announce themselves, do they?

I think that's the point.

One moment, please.

Push the door, Senora Ryland.

- -

Hello again.

Welcome to Cirsium Industries.

Let me show you around.

I've been expecting you to show up here.

This is the engine room, so to speak.

We're developing a drug which prevents degenerative illnesses:

Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Huntington's.

The whole appalling spectrum

of debilitating brain conditions.

I don't know if you've ever witnessed the effects

of any of these diseases first-hand,

but you're lucky, if not.

We're working to eradicate them.

So which one of these beds did Tomas Castillo die in?

Before you and Alex dumped his body

in the backstreets of the slums?

Come this way.

Have a seat.

Alex Harewood is brilliant and tireless,

but dangerously impatient.

She set up Cirsium Industries in Buenos Aires

because the regulations here surrounding drug trials

are much less rigorous than they are elsewhere in the world.

Yeah, and I guess when you need a cover-up,

it's useful to have your old friend Victor nearby?