You have something that does not belong to you.
- Elena. - I need to go to Litvinov.
If Litvinov has what we need,
I'll make sure he gives it to me.
- Your son? - Yes.
It's time for all of this to be over.
3pm at the fountain.
Where's the key?
- What key? - It doesn't work without the key!
I, I don't have a key.
She killed my husband.
She got what she deserved.
There's nothing to be afraid of now.
We're free. It's just
you and me.
- Get off of me! - I love you,
This family is a cancer.
It is poisoned at the root.
Hey.
Start in the kitchen. I haven't looked there yet.
We go room by room,
tear the place apart if we have to.
The Russians think that the key is somewhere in the Villa.
So all we have to do is find it before they come looking for it,
hand it over to them
- and I get the hell out of here. - What about the family?
Have you told them they're in danger?
The family can go fuck themselves.
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Patrice?
You didn't say on the phone but what did Adam do?
It doesn't matter.
Patrice!
It clearly does.
I can take care of myself.
Madame Clios, how can I help you?
I need you to deliver a message to the rest of the staff.
Of course, whatever you need.
The message is... that you're all relieved
from your posts. You'll get a generous severance package
but you have to be out by the morning.
But Madame Clios who will look after the house and...
It's not up for discussion. Thank you.
- It's for their own safety. - Georgie
- you've got... - I don't need anyone.
- Then what am I doing here? - You don't count.
Now that is charming.
- Is that a smile or... - No, it's not.
You'll get a smile when we find that fucking key.
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OK! We can get a taxi from here.
Christos! Listen! I still think I need to go on my own.
- OK! - No, listen it's...
It's safer this way. It's, it's me they're after.
That's just crazy, where are you gonna go?
Wait Fatima listen.
No, just, just let it go, ok. I'll be fine!
No! I know you'll be fine. I won't be.
You know, I...
You know, I, I don't even think about using when I'm with you.
So what, I'm your sponsor?
Right. And it's against...
It's against so many laws of rehab
if you just abandon me right now, it's really bad!
Don't abandon me!
Please.
- I'll think about it. - OK.
I have to...
Sounds like someone's trying to get your attention.
Friend or foe?
Does it really make a difference these days?
Can I help you?
Is this where Christos lives?
- You say someone took him? - Yes.
You're the one, aren't you?
You're the one my son talked about
'helping him'.
Is it your fault, all of this?
I think I know who's responsible.
What?
What is going on?
Here you are, English Breakfast.
It's a cure for everything. I swear by it.
I don't need anything.
Go on it'll make you feel better.
How could you be so stupid?!
I didn't create this!
If you want someone to blame, look at your ex-husband.
You know what kind of man you married.
Oh, and you were clueless. Just another dumb blonde.
The minute you knew about this fucking key, you should have told me.
So what, so you could get your face blown off?
I was trying to protect you. All of you.
It's my job to protect my family.
Did they threaten my kids?
Yes.
Yes, they did.
It's customary to knock, Ads.
What's the occasion?
I'm not really in the mood for company.
Tough.
Hi, this is Christos Clios, please leave me a message.
Er, Christos, please call me back as soon as you get this.
He's not gonna answer.
I know.
I have to do something.
Adam, I saw you last night.
It wasn't how it looked.
Have you asked her?
You're my brother, dickhead. If there's a side to be on, it's yours.
I love her.
You love her?
- Adam, she's our step mum. - Thank you.
Sorry it's just fucked up.
- Adriana? - Yes, Mother?
Are you OK?
Yes, Mother.
Where are you?
- Adam's. - And Adam, is he, is he OK?
What's the concern?
Listen don't come back to the villa.
You or Adam. They think we have a key,
- something your father left. - Who?
Some Russians, the big bad wolf, it doesn't matter.
Just promise me you will stay away!
OK.
Hello?
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Does it say who it's from?
No. It doesn't have to.
It's from Litvinov.
"Zhazhda mesti".
This is a declaration of war.
Thirty two.
The number of teeth an adult has.
That's thirty one more chances to get to the truth.
Please.
You know how to stop this.
Tell me where the key is.
I don't have it.
Tell me.
I don't
have your fucking key.
OK, I don't fucking have it!
Your choice.
- Please. - Your choice.
Please.
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No, no, no! Listen to me.
Listen to me. I don't have it!
OK, I don't have it.
Please.
Please, please, please. No, I don't have it! I...
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- _ - _
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- Robert? - Yeah.
Do me a favour, take her to your place.
She'll be safer there.
Georgie, what are you up to?
Scratch it and you're a dead man.
Fatima, let's get you somewhere safer.
So what do you propose we do, exactly?
- We have no power, no pawns, nothing. - We tell him the truth.
Tell him that we don't have the key,
and neither does Christos,
and then you beg for your son's life.
Appeal to his humanity.
He's not a man, he's a fucking animal.
- And he's taken Christos. - No, think about it.
He doesn't want a dead body on his hands.
He certainly doesn't want a dead Clios.
And he knows you.
Go to him, in person,
show him some respect
and get your son back.
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- How did you know he was here? - I was invited.
A Riviera wedding this important doesn't happen
without an invitation coming my way.
Well you weren't invited to our wedding.
Exactly, darling.
Are you coming with me?
No, no, it has to be one parent to another.
- All you have to do is say... - Thank you,
I know my lines.
_
Sasha.
Ah, I'm so happy to see you.
I was at your piano lesson, remember?
The cake looks good, doesn't it?
Forgive me for the intrusion.
You have what I want?
No, no but...
Get out please.
Please, please Grigory, I am here as a mother.
Let my son go.
We can't give you what we don't have.
If only I believed you, Madame Clios.
Now please.
You are ruining my sister's big day.
Christos hasn't done anything to you.
- He's innocent. - A Clios innocent?
Until one of you starts telling the truth,
your beloved son
will bear the consequences.
Well, your dad asked me to take
care of you for a little while. And I was thinking
the adults are gonna be talking and talking
and boring and boring and we should just get out of here, right?
What about my mommy?
Oh well, she's gonna come and tuck you in later, ok?
I would so hate for a happy occasion like this to be ruined.
Tales of torture, violence,
murder.
Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you.
- _ - Bitch!
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You just signed his death warrant.
Irina!
Irina! Get in!
Hi, are you...
Hello, little man, er my name's Robert.
- What's yours? - Sasha.
Sasha
Litvinov?
Well ok, well now the introductions are done,
I'll leave you to it.
_
You used me.
It was necessary.
I needed a distraction, it wouldn't have worked otherwise.
Abducting a child?
It's a new low, even for you.
He is not a child, he is a bargaining chip.
And one that we can't do without.
Don't you understand, you've only made things worse.
- He'll kill Christos. - No. He won't.
All he wants is his son back, safe and well,
at whatever cost. If that means releasing
Christos then so be it.
And something you'd be wise to remember
is that we didn't cross this line.
Litvinov did.
We're only responding in kind,
in a language that only a psychopath like him can understand
an eye for an eye.
Or a tooth for a tooth.
Yes.
I asked you politely and in good faith.
You turned me down and your sister called me a bitch.
So I'm not asking politely any more.
Bring Christos to the football stadium tonight.
Fifteen minutes before kick-off, you will get your son back.
Hurt Christos again, try anything stupid,
fuck me around in any way,
and you'll see how much of a bitch I can really be.
She's the first person
who ever made me feel like...
I'm enough as myself.
Stupid, I know.
No, I get it.
All that's done with now.
And d'you know who I blame?
Dad.
He did kind of get in there first.
Because he always landed on his feet.
Whatever he wanted.
The next minute it was his.
Including her.
Then he'd get bored and toss his
old toy aside, and get a new one.
The only thing he was stuck with was us.
You can't say that.
OK, he was hardly a model father, but,
he loved us.
I really do believe he did.
Of course you do.
I was his great disappointment.
You can't trade your kids in for a better model.
You're just drunk.
Hey guys, here we go, chef's special.
- No, thank you. - Capacity is thirty thousand
so we'll have plenty of witnesses, and weapons aren't allowed
anywhere near the stadium, so at least it's a level playing field.
- There you go. - I don't like cheese.
You live in France, how could you not like cheese?
- It's ok. - No!
You are not getting up from this table until every mouthful is gone.
Do you understand?
Good!
Bon appétit.
And I'm the bitch?
Adam, what the fuck?
I've always wondered why you did it.
One pure moment of pain and everything just fades away.
Sit down.
You know, the really tragic thing?
All I ever wanted was for Dad to treat me like a real son.
Instead he treated me like a little errand boy.
The last thing he said to me was...
'Look after this for me.'
And yet you still have it.
It was the last thing he ever gave me.
I just can't let it go.
She must seem like the Wicked Witch of the West, right?
I hate her.
I've known Georgie for more years than you've been alive.
So I know what she's really like,
and honestly, she is so not the Wicked Witch.
I think
she's more like the Tin Man.
- Really? - Yeah.
But she doesn't want it to be that way,
she wants her heart back just as badly as he did.
What happened to it?
Well a, a horrible man
took it and broke it
and so now she does things and says things
that she doesn't really mean.
Like with you, tonight.
Do you see?
Can't you get it back?
I would if I could.
Go on.
- Georgie? - Oh, thanks.
Remember when you first met me, at the Institute?
Yeah!
I remember looking at you and thinking,
wow,
now that girl looks about as shit-scared as I do.
I was shit-scared.
I remember walking into that big old building,
with history staring me in the face,
and feeling like a total fraud.
No, I think anyone worth their salt felt like a fraud in that place.
No.
I didn't belong there.
I don't belong here.
I used to think that these people were so much better than me,
because they had...
What?
But if I could get just a little bit of what they had,
it would make me classy, right?
It's bullshit.
Look what it's made me.
Why are you still here, Robert?
Let me tell you something, if I were you,
I wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me right now.
I am still here because of that girl I first met.
The one I think you really are.
I'm not that girl anymore.
I'm so angry
and I'm scared that it's never gonna go away.
I don't wanna be like this.
Then don't be.
Sasha?
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Let's get you home ok?
Come on.
I want you to remember this moment.
Look at me.
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Alright, let's get you...
- Got it? - Yeah.
Good.
You're going to bring Christos back, right?
We will, don't worry.
Do not let him go until we have eyes on Christos.
- OK? - OK.
Where's my boy?
How is Sasha?
A lot better than Christos.
Oh my God.
_
I'm here, darling.
Hold on.
Wait a minute.
The device I gave you was a fake.
And the man who now has it,
works for certain elements within the Russian Government.
They will think you fucked with them.
It is for you,
how do you say in English?
Game over.
Bring me the key
and I make this all go away.
Bring me the key.
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I think I've had one too many to handle Mother.
- What happened? Did you find your key? - Christos has been hurt.
Georgina is driving us to the hospital right now.
What, is he OK?
He will be.
Just get here darling. Both of you.
I'll call us a cab.
What... what key?
Earlier she was rambling about needing a key.
Something of Dad's?
I don't know. Maybe.
What?
Give it to Georgina.
Tell her I'm sorry.
Hey.
Mom.
- Where's your brother? - He's not coming.
- Can I go and see Christos? - Yes, of course, darling.
Go.
He looks a lot worse than he actually is.
Georgina...
Yeah.
Thank you.
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Fatima?
He did like you, you know?
Who?
Constantine.
It was me.
I'm the reason that we lost touch for so long.
- Georgie, you don't have to explain... - Wait, wait,
just let me finish.
I thought I didn't need you.
I mean, I thought that I didn't need my past.
I'm sorry.
- I thought... - It's, it's OK.
We're OK.
Georgie, I almost forgot, I've got something for you.
From Adam.
- From Adam? - Yes.
He thinks it might be the key.
I cannot believe it.
After all this time. Adam?
Maybe you can finally put a stop to all this.
Do you remember where you parked my car?
D'you know, I can't rightly remember.
That's old age for you.
I'll have you know I'm in my prime.
I'll try this way.
- Georgie! - What?
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