Riviera

Do you know how much this is worth?

A quarter of a million, max.

So why would Harewood or anyone else for that matter,

be willing to pay so much more for it?

My brother Cesar filled me in on your adventures in Venice.

Hello again.

- Cut him down. - The rosary first.

Your son killed my art dealer and now he's taking hostages?

Your election campaign is costing me

enough without any more dead bodies.

Justicia! Justicia! Justicia!

I don't think she's here for anything to do with us.

But you don't know that.

You're sentimental and sloppy!

Stay away from her, she's no good for you.

Since last year, nothing has been...

The same after what Nico did.

I'm not going to let him ruin our friendship.

Doesn't this look cozy?

- Nico... - Don't get up.

I don't know why I listen to him, he's so paranoid.

It's like I'm carrying this secret.

And if I open up, even just a little bit,

I'm scared it's all going to come out.

One day, everything is

gonna come crashing down around you,

and I will be there to watch.

I look forward to it.

Hold this!

Daphne!

- - It's okay, it's okay, it's okay...

I don't... I don't...

It's okay. Hold on to me.

You're doing okay.

All right, let's get you out of here.

Here we are. There's steps.

Up you go.

Have you got it?

Are you all right?

- Are you okay? Sure? - I'm okay.

Right.

Are you okay? What is going on?

It's Nico.

He makes me feel so worthless.

I can't keep living like this anymore.

You have to help me get away.

- I'm sorry I can't do that... - Georgina, please!

Daphne, no one can do that, but you.

Is that really necessary?

Please don't start, Nico.

So what, I'm expected to sit back

while you drink yourself into oblivion?

Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why I'm drinking?

Because you love nothing more

than to be the center of attention.

I'm just trying to look after you Daphne,

as clearly you can't look after yourself.

And this is the thanks that I get?

You really believe that, don't you?

You riding in on your white stallion to rescue me?

I'm not prepared to talk to you while you're in this state.

Look... Why don't you do what the doctor suggested.

Take one of these and try and pull yourself together?

So what?

You can numb me into submission now, is that it?

Room for one more?

I'm taking Daphne home.

Oh, come on, what are you talking about?

She's drunk.

"She" can speak for herself.

Come on.

The party's only over when I say it is.

You don't like your brother much, do you?

I love him with all my heart.

He's the other part of me.

He just... scares me.

What did you say?

I said I want to get fucked up.

Okay...

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yes! Wow!

Do you know what?

I, I'd probably throw myself in the pool if Nico was my brother.

Mmm.

Do you know what Saint-Tropez needs?

A proper kebab shop.

Why don't you open one?

It's never too late to find something you're good at.

You remind me of Margaret Thatcher.

Wow.

I'm hoping that's because she never slept.

Yeah, and she wasn't keen on Argentineans either.

Cesar wasn't lying.

His dad is the mayor of Buenos Aires.

He's running a re-election campaign.

And how's it working for him?

Not good.

This article says that a kid named Tomas Castillo

was found dead in the slums

and there's protests all over the city.

They're saying it was a cover-up by the mayor.

Listen to this...

The guy leading the protests is a priest,

named Enrique Romero.

The same Enrique who hid the note in the rosary?

- Maybe? - Maybe.

What I can't figure out is how does Alex Harewood

fit into all of this.

But you think she does?

She has to.

It doesn't make sense otherwise.

Hi, this is Daphne.

I'm so sorry I can't come to the phone right now.

I've been looking all over for you.

Why is your phone switched off?

Please don't make this any harder than it has to be.

Ah, so that's it?

You were gonna leave without saying goodbye?

I just need some time for myself.

And where are you going to go?

Dario's invited me to stay with his family in Buenos Aires.

Why, I could come with you.

What, so what, you can't even look at me now?

I need you, Daphne.

We need each other.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize.

I'm always gonna be here for you.

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

And that's how it has to stay.

Hey.

Un caf serr et deux pains au chocolat, s'il vous plait.

- Oui, Je vous apporte ca tout de suite. - Merci.

Deux?

What? I've been through an ordeal.

I have looked into every company

that Alex Harewood has even lent her name to.

Not one has an obvious link to Argentina

or the Alsina-Suarez.

Okay, but if she put some money into his election campaign,

then there's gonna be some records of it somewhere.

Not if she doesn't want people to find out.

I'm sure there's some way to do that under the radar.

But why would you keep it quiet?

Merci.

I'm gonna talk to Cesar.

I don't think that's a very good idea, is it?

What's the worst that could happen?

Where do you want me to start? He...

No, no, no. I mean, if we do it in public.

He's not going to be at the Byblos pool with an AK-47.

Come on. I know you want answers just as much as I do.

What are you...?

Sir.

I didn't order this.

No... we did.

That was a big party yesterday.

We figured you could use a little hair of the dog.

While you're drinking it, you can tell us about

your father's dealings with Alex Harewood.

All I hear is noise.

What's the deal with the rosary?

It's a gift.

For who?

I'm guessing the Pope.

He's gonna need a miracle if he's gonna win this election.

That's really funny.

Tomas Castillo's not laughing, is he?

Fake news.

Okay. I'm gonna lay out what I think is going on,

and you can just nod if it's the truth, all right?

Alex Harewood's bankrolling your dad's campaign.

And he needed that rosary to silence the priest.

And all of this is tied up in that boy's death.

Is that right?

It only seemed like yesterday

that you were begging me not to kill you.

Georgina?

Do you have a moment?

I'm not done with you.

I'm so glad I caught you.

Listen, uh, do you have time for lunch?