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You really thought you could stop me?

You think that it would be that easy?

Oh, Marcus Cavendish. It's the end of the world.

Just give me a second, okay?

Okay.

Go get a drink down the road, okay?

Really? Yeah, I'll come find you in a bit. I gotta... Where the fuck are my

paintings?

In the trash.

It's in the trash?

You're fucking serious, man?

Relax, man.

Just joking. Come here.

They're here.

Take a look.

And the rest?

Out there.

Why?

Why?

Because you're not selling.

You fucking kidding me? I always sell!

People don't like you anymore.

They don't like the work?

No, they don't like you!

Marcos, look at yourself.

Look in the mirror.

What are you doing of your life?

Your PR, come on, forget about it.

Listen, there are a lot of artists in town.

Bullshit, man.

Your life is bullshit.

Do me a favor, man, come on.

I did a lot of favor.

Tony, a favor, please, a favor.

Now I'm doing a lot of favor.

Take all this shit and get out.

Shit!

My deed is cursed.

Cursed be all the cavendishes.

We will all be damned to hell.

This came for you.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just... Just having a bad day.

Bye.

Bye.

Dear Sir Marcus Cavendish, After a long research, it is my duty to inform you

that you, a son of Simon and Costanza Cavendish, and nephew of Peter

twin brother of your father, you are heir to the heritage of the Cavendish

family. I know that you are unaware of your belonging to the Cavendish family,

so I attached to this letter the evidence of your descendants.

You are kindly invited to appear next Friday at the Cavendish Castle in

Valdichiana. to complete the paperwork and enter lawfully in possession of your

inheritance.

Thank you for your attention and I remain at your disposal for any further

information.

Trusting that such a sort of delay will not be an impediment to your presence

this Friday.

With best regards, the Presa Chiaraconti, not our influence.

Anybody home?

Hi.

Good morning, Baron.

Allow me to come down.

Welcome, Baron.

It is an honor to have you here.

I'm Oreste, your humble servant.

Do you know me?

Of course, sir.

Then you know I'm no baron.

The baron must be joking, right?

You are Master Marcus, son of the poor Lord Simon.

You knew my father?

Yes, my lord. And also your mother.

What happened to them?

It is better if you talk of this matter with the collector.

She will arrive later, as will your other guests.

Guests. Those who are named in the will.

Okay.

Look, Areste, don't call me Baron, okay?

Just Marcus is fine.

Okay, my love.

As you wish.

It's beautiful, no?

Who is that?

That is John Cavendish, one of your ancestors.

It was he who built this castle in the 18th century.

Allow

me

to show you to your room.

Shame it's not the original.

But it is original.

Your uncle painted it.

The Baron was a great artist.

During the last ten years of his life, painting was his sole occupation.

And now, my lord, I leave you to make yourself at home.

Thank you, Monsieur.

May I present to you the Baron Cavendish, your first guest, my lord,

the Ferretti's.

Hi, nice to meet you.

I'm Elena, nice to meet you too.

I'm Marcus, hi.

Lord Baron, what an honor.

Paolo Ferretti, a humble journalist.

Okay, I'm Marcus, I'm a painter.

I know.

I write for the Watcher in Edinburgh.

Oh.

You're that Paolo Fritti?

Yes. I'm the chief editor of the art and culture section.

That's strange, isn't it? That.

Well, first I found out I'm part of a family I knew nothing about.

Then I come here to inherit their castle.

And who do I find? The only journalist who's panned my work.

You know, I'm the only journalist ever, I believe, to have actually wasted time

to say anything about your work.

Paolo, don't be rude.

So, what brings you here, Paolo?

Do you stand to inherit something here as well?

No, not him. Me.

The solicitor summoned me because my name is also in Peter Cavendish's will.

don't know why, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Okay. Did you ever meet him?

No, I never met him.

But I'm a researcher at the university in Edinburgh.

And after Peter Cavendish's death, we discovered that he had been anonymously

funding my projects for years.

What subject do you do?

Quantum physics and astronomy.

Mr. and Mrs. Peretti?

You will find your room down there.

Ariste, how come there's a picture of my graduation in my room?

Ah, yes, my lord.

That was one of your uncle's favorites.

He was so proud of you.

He followed you through every step of your life.

I know you never met him, but I suppose he thought of you as his son.

I believe your other guests have arrived.

Can I be excused? Of course, Ariste. You go ahead.

Go ahead.

Madame and Monsieur.

Bonsoir. Good evening.

You must be Madame Sonia Valenti and Monsieur Thomas Villeneuve. And you must

Oreste. That's right.

We had a long, long journey. We're so happy to be here.

Allow me to assist you with your bag. Oh, thank you.

Please do follow me.

Thank you, Thomas.

And... Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

Salute.

So,

Marcus.

You really didn't know that you owned all of this?

Yeah, really.

It's weird, you know.

I still feel like I'm a guest here.

And what were you doing with your life before you became a borrower?

Well, I'm a painter.

Oh, wow.

It sounds like you're definitely in the right line then. Look at this bass.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, right?

And you?

Oh, me.

Oh, I do a few illusions.

Oh, a few illusions. He's so stupid.

He's telling himself so shortly he's the best illusionist of the world. He's

playing in Paris right now.

Yes.

And I just think of something, but this place would be amazing for your show.

No? Yeah, I think about it, how I... She's crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I'm totally crazy about this place. I wish it was mine. You're so lucky,

Maybe Madame Conti will make you surprised.

What?

Your names are in the testament.

But none of us knew Peter Cavendish. Not even his nephew.

But it's Peter Cavendish who called us here after his death.

Sonia is a biologist. Maybe he wanted to do a final donation to both our

institutions. Yes, that's amazing.

A good idea.

He would have only continued the family tradition.

What tradition?

How come you know so little about your family?

Because he didn't know they were his family. He already told you.

I haven't known about the Cavendish family till last week.

But when a solicitor called up my wife, pretending... He did his homework.

Why are you always treating me like this?

Because you're showing off.

No, wait.

What do you know about his family?

Well, looks like not all the people are interested in my story here.

Come on, Paolo.

Tell us what you know. We're all interested.

Please.

Well, according to my research, John Cavendish was an adventurer from

who fell upon hard times.

He reached the Langhorne harbor in the mid -18th century and he walked on the

docks for a while.

He spent every night in a tavern, a hole frequented by gamblers, cutthroats, and

sexes.

where you could sometimes find a noble that was looking for strong emotions.

A poor dumb club.

Tu stai barando.

No.

Io ti spido.

Accetto la spida.

He owned just only one estate in Val di Chiana.

He bet it.

And he ended up losing the game.

John reached his new estate, a crumbling manor enclosed in a swamp.

John showed his expert knowledge of botanic and agriculture, reclaiming the

marsh and reconverting his land in a fertile ground. He made his own fortune

his scientific contribution opened to him the doors of the Georgopheles

The Grand Duke of Tuscany conferred to him the title of Baron. John demolished

the crumbling manor and he built this castle.

He was obsessed by his studies about botanics and he imported from Oregon a

of sequoias, making the park of the castle an incomparable attraction in

By the time protagonist of the Florentine Society, during a ball, he

Stuart, a noble girl so much younger than him that she could have been his

daughter. And he married her.

Then he left the public life and he obsessively dedicated himself to his

botanical experiments

Your

lips are petals

Your eyes are mirrors into eternity.

And that's when the rumors started.

What rumors?

Just the usual molten gossip, fearsome betrayals. From what I understand,

He had a particular taste for young women.

And what man doesn't?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the Cavendish family solicitor,

Dottoressa Chiara Conti.

Lord Cavendish, your father Simon was the twin brother of Peter Cavendish.

father died before you were born.

Peter and Simon were joint heirs to the family inheritance.

So when you were born, you became sole proprietor of half of the wealth.

Your uncle was, however, the executor of the entire estate and was your patron.

He remained anonymous and expressed wish of your father.

No, I'm sorry, madame, you're wrong.

I grew up in an orphanage and my studies were paid for by winning grants.

I did it all myself.

I'm sorry, Lord Cavendish.

But the orphanage that you referred to was an exquisite nursery and the school

for children of wealthy parents.

And the student grants were all covered by Peter Cavendish.

In any case, the result is that you are now the proprietor of the 50 % of the

Cavendish estate.

The other half is split between the two daughters of Peter Cavendish, Elena

Ferretti and Mrs. Sonia Valenti.

Daughters?

Yes. You were named in Peter Cavendish's will as his heir, which I have

investigated and discovered that you were both his offspring, born out of

wedlock to different mothers.

Here's the evidence.

Madame Conti, do you not think it would have been better to reveal this

sensitive information to the relevant parties in private?

I'm only following the demands of the final will and testament.

I realize that some of this news is shocking, but it was important that

concerned should be present so that we would not be challenged.

Challenged by whom?

By Marcus Cavendish.

Why would I want to challenge him?

So you could have it all to yourself.

Look, I'm glad to be able to share this place with my two new wonderful

cousins.

You should have seen about that.

Paulo, shut up. Please.

Look, you might think you know me, but you don't, okay?

I'm just glad I finally found my family.

Mi dispiace.

E di che cosa?

Ho appena scoperto che l 'uomo che ho amato, che ho chiamato papà, che mi ha

levato, non era mio padre.

Mia madre si è portata questo scredo nella tomba. Ma quell 'uomo è stato tuo

padre. Sì, vabbè, non biologicamente, ma è sempre stato tuo padre. E ti ha

sempre amato come una figlia, e tu lo sai.

E tu che ne sai?

Quando ci siamo incontrati, lui era già morto.

Mia madre, invece, non ti è mai piaciuta.

Neppure a te piaceva.

E avevamo entrambi ragione su di lei, no?

Let me go, please.

My dad and my mom died the day I came back to the Curmi Institute. I know.

Terrible accident.

Who knows if one day they would have told me the truth.

Maybe they don't even know.

Maybe, but it's still very sad that they won't know that we're going to live in

a crazy castle.

We're making a living.

Wow, what a strange room.

Peter Cavendish called this room the portrait room.

As you can see, the walls are adorned with many great portraits of the

descendants of John Cavendish.

Why are they made in vegetables?

They're all imitations of work by the artist Arcimboldo.

Precisely. Peter had an interesting sense of humor.

He said that given death, the Cavendish family had set down their roots in

Tuscany.

and that they had become a part of the Earth here, and that they would never

leave.

Indeed, Peter himself hardly ever set foot outside the castle.

Are there any portraits of my Uncle Peter?

Peter was working on a self -portrait in the days leading up to his death. The

work is unfinished, and it is currently here on his side in the tower.

There is something I don't understand, Miss Conti. Yes.

You haven't told us about the circumstances surrounding Peter

We're walking around this castle as if his suicide is of no consequence.

He killed himself?

Technically, yes.

Peter did take his own life, but he was gravely ill.

He had the tumour in his brain and was in constant pain, went through periods

having little ability of movement.

He had to take his own life, as in this country it is against the law to have a

dignified death.

Peter simply didn't want to suffer any further.

He had so much suffering in his life already, having lost his wife and

and he always carried himself with dignity.

But his illness was taking this away from him.

But why is this one in a different style?

Because Henry Cavendish was not a descendant of John Cavendish.

Journalists doubt that he was even a part of the same family at all, but

believed very much that he was.

Or maybe you wanted to believe it, as it was such an important figure in

scientific history.

Is that the same Henry Cavendish that they named a lunar crater after?

Yes. Oh, amazing.

I could be a descendant of Henry Cavendish.

Don't worry, it happens sometimes.

I'll bring you downstairs to the generator and I'll show you how to

Miss Ferretti.

This may be interesting because the generator is the hydrogen machine that

Cavendish invented.

From here you access the crypt where all the Cavendish family are buried.

As you can see, this machine never switches off.

It was only dropping pressure.

This is the machine that Harry Cavendish invented.

Peter bought it 30 years ago and made his own modification to the prototype.

It now operates as a generator that eats and gives energy to entire castles.

That's impossible.

Well, it's true that hydrogen might be the best source of alternative energy,

but I've never heard of it being used this way.

This, Professor, is your subject, not mine.

All that I can tell you is that Peter explained to me that this machine is a

kind of boiler that functions similar to a combustion engine, but it produces

electrical energy rather than kinetic.

Then, from the combustion of hydrogen, you can get a water vapor that is

currently used to maintain the Winter Garden.

It's extraordinary!

This man is a genius.

This is the laboratory of John Cavendish. Apart from the generator,

wanted to conserve it as a kind of shrine.

Excuse me?

Is this designed by John Cavendish?

Yes. It's impossible.

Miss Valencia, I cannot show you. The paper and the ink seems to be antique,

those formulas, it's like plant DNA he was working on, and he could alter it.

The scientists didn't discover that yet.

Crazy.

Exactly. Are you sure that's what that means?

I have to study more in detail, but it seems to be that.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What the hell is going on here?

I find it hard to believe that a family has been hiding what appeared to be the

key to the fucking universe in this castle.

What is this place?

It looks like a torture chamber.

That's pretty fucked up.

This is the room where Peter hung his own painting.

He's such a great painter.

But they're all reproductions and copies.

Nothing about them is original.

It's true.

They're all reproductions of great works of art.

It's not art, it's simulation.

As if I were to spend time rewriting Beethoven's Symphony.

Yes, and we don't like simulation, honey.

They say if you don't have anything original to say, it's better to do

else. It's exactly what I said about your exhibition.

Frankly, I agree. They all look the same.

You're not being fair.

In recent years, Peter studied these masters in order to improve his own

technique. You keep defending him.

He was a man worthy of admiration.

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner's served.

Thank you, Louisa.

Louisa is mute.

To my Sonia and Alana Marcus, into this special day, and

to your fortune, and of course, to your enemies.

Long live the love!

Salute! Salute!

Thomas, what was it you were saying earlier?

Art is representation.

Art is illusion.

It's very seductive.

What was it again exactly?

Art is the experience of memory transformed from our dreams and unveiled

illusion of our senses.

I am convinced that an artist doesn't create anything

original as such.

He merely reworks the elements of his own experience and a reality that he

chooses and shares these things with the perception of the other. Just as Walt's

an illusionist, he's speaking to you, he's distracting you in order to perform

the trick which then appears

as magic.

That was good.

Your words seem like a rehearsed patter, a recycled wisdom.

Nothing like Peter Cavendish paintings.

They're for effect, but maybe underneath there's no truth there.

You really can't help being unpleasant, can you? Why don't you brush the chip of

your shoulder and come down here to the level of us humans?

I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to start reprimanding me.

So, I'm the only one who likes Peter's painting.

Thank you.

I love them. I think they are powerful, beautiful, and especially the one with

the old man and the daughter. I think it's erotic and carbon. But they're just

reproductions. Yeah, Paolo, no one's arguing with you about the fact that

they're copies, but you can't deny that they're brilliant reproductions.

You know, in days gone by, artists would...

try and insert symbols into their work, to try and communicate something with

the viewer, despite the fact that if they're people that commissioned the

the despots, if they knew what they put in there, they'd have their hands cut

off. I noticed in all the paintings by Peter Cavendish, there's something that

links them together.

The fact is that all his paintings are reproductions of works.

that people who study the theories surrounding UFOs say give evidence of

existence of extraterrestrials.

Oh, come on.

And what would these theories be exactly?

Give us some concrete examples.

Okay, well, first of all, he's reproduced the Lost Sheep by Caravaggio.

Now, some theories say that...

the biblical parable of the lost sheep.

It describes the human race lost in the cosmos with no

way of getting back to their original ethnic roots.

Second of all, you've got that one by Paolo Uccello where there's a cardinal's

hat and that's supposed to represent a flying disc.

Thirdly, you've got the one with the rays of light coming down.

And the rays are supposed to be rays from a UFO on a Madonna and Child.

Now, obviously, what it represents is the Holy Spirit, which is entirely in

with the religious iconography of the time.

What I'm saying is that these people, they see whatever they want to see. What

I'm trying to say, Paolo, is that Peter Cavanagh was obsessed with UFOs.

No, you said you all believe in extraterrestrials?

Please, don't confuse things.

In my work, I'm absolutely convinced that life must exist beyond our planet.

But it's one thing to believe that life exists in other places in the universe,

and quite another to believe in spaceships and reptiles that secretly

However, it is possible that...

that could be flying saucers. For example, what do you think about the

we are of this Earth?

Oh, what does that mean?

Who thinks that we were created on this Earth?

Darwin.

Think about it.

Amongst all of the created and monsters that have been invented from the human

imagination, there is just one only kind that has actually existed for real.

The dinosaurs.

And they are formed from a type of life that is virtually incompatible with

human. So what if we killed the dinosaurs in order to colonize the

planet? Maybe because Arthur, our planet, was dying?

And we had to find someone new.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Hold on. Hold on a second.

You're saying that we are the aliens?

Why not?

You, in fact, are telling me that we are descendants from AIDS.

And even if that were true, don't you think that maybe these

AIDS were brought here from another planet, not unlike NASA?

Come on, you must be joking, right?

No, quite the opposite.

No one has proved that there was a human evolution.

It's true there is no proof of evolution.

The head size of Homo sapiens didn't change.

There is only genetic differences.

But can we call that an evolution?

Look, before we lived in caves and ate raw meat, today we fly in planes, we use

computers. I should say there has been a kind of evolution.

And if there is a cataclysm event, or if we lose our ability to generate power,

what happens?

We return in the caves and we became hunter -gatherers again?

We didn't involve.

We are just more domesticated.

Look, I don't know anything about biology or anthropology.

I'm just telling you what I feel about Peter Cavendish's paintings.

I think it's pretty cool.

Salute! Salute!

I beg your pardon, my lord.

Miss Chiara, Luisa has prepared your room for the night.

Thank you, Oreste. You and Luisa are always so kind to me. It's a pleasure,

Chiara. My lord, if you have no further use for me, I shall retire for the

evening. Yes, thank you, Oreste.

My lord.

You are the true rightful heir.

Thank you very

much,

my Lord, for your hospitality.

But what I want you to know, my Lord, Is that here,

there are two other premises that should be equal in line with your lordship.

Yeah. Look, Paolo, I don't have a problem with any of this.

Maybe if you do, you should have a conversation with the rest, eh?

Fuck.

That Meritor coming up.

Look, Paolo, if you've got something...

Stuck in your throat.

It's better that you spit it out.

You, Madame Conti, you keep defending Peter Cavendish, saying that

he had a tumor in his head.

What about his wife, Victoria?

Please, Mr. Ferretti.

What are you talking about?

Victoria would have been your stepmother if she hadn't died ten or so years ago.

You lot don't know the first fucking thing about your family, do you?

Victoria also had a brain tumor.

The newspapers of the time maintain that first of all, she shot her daughter,

who would have been your step -sister.

And then she killed herself.

If I were you, I wouldn't worry about having an eventual mastectomy.

But I just have my head removed.

As a precaution. Just as a preventative measure.

Easy, Paolo.

Why don't you just sit down? You've probably had a bit too much to drink,

Oh, yes.

In vino veritas.

In your position, my lord, I wouldn't be so calm and collected.

Your father had a brain tumour as well, didn't he?

You child!

My seed is cursed.

Cursed be all the cavendishes.

We will all be damned to hell.

If it wasn't for the paramedics, you'd be

dead as well.

You want to fuck her?

Is that what you want?

I'm afraid of the truth.

Hey, let him be.

Don't you see? He's just drunk.

Come on.

Come on.

Stop it.

I apologize for my husband. His behavior has been inexcusable all day.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Oh, hello.

Welcome up, my dear.

Getting it.

Okay.

Now we'll go.

It's been a long day.

Full of emotion.

We're going to celebrate my beautiful Baroness.

Ooh.

Buona notte.

Buona notte. Buona notte.

Okay, yeah Wow

It's strange.

You never met.

But you have so much in common that reminds me of Peter.

Even in the way you move.

Well, you know, all this, castles, land, property,

it doesn't mean anything.

What really gets passed on, it's in the blood.

Even this observation is the typical sort of things that he would say.

You really care about him, didn't you?

My family have looked after the Cavendish family for generations.

The first time that I met Peter, I was only a child.

He and my father were friends.

And when my father died, He looked after me like a daughter.

Don't blame him for not revealing his identity to you.

This was an arrangement that he had with your father.

And I believe that it was a way of protecting you.

As if he thought that your family was cursed in some way.

If what Paolo says is true, it could be the case.

It's a shame that you never got to meet him.

You two would have certainly gotten well together.

Oh my god.

You. You.

When you have an

orgasm, you get yourself disappointed.

Your mouth is top.

It's been better now.

Thanks.

That's really strong.

It's Italian coffee.

Yeah. I had some weird dreams, actually.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm used to it.

Hey, look.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

Can you take me to where my Uncle Peter was at the inn?

Sure, it's your place.

Do you want to go now?

No.

Not now.

Grazie, Luisa.

Grazie.

Wow.

What's this?

30 years ago, it was your mother's womb.

It's beautiful.

Buongiorno.

Have you seen my

husband?

No.

Something happened?

We had an argument about his behavior last night. And when I woke up this

morning, he was gone.

What's that?

It's better that you don't know.

After last night you're now keeping secrets from me?

Come on, it was only one night.

It's the vitamin supplement.

They are not drugs, are they?

No.

Your uncle died right here.

Why is there blood everywhere?

Oh, your uncle illness, the tumor.

It manifests itself in strange ways.

I've never heard of that before.

He used to cut himself.

It depends on the arrow of the brain that are affected.

They are Victor and Alessia, the wife and daughter of Peter.

It's interesting the one to choose for the end.

It's better than the others.

Gustav Korbe as a young man.

It's a shame we didn't finish it.

What's through there?

After Richard's death, Peter Hoffman used to be a peer.

He said that the artist must always be near to his work.

What is it?

It's nothing. Don't worry.

It's such an idea. We are going to do a walk in the estate.

Will you join us?

No, thank you. I'm going to find that stupid husband of mine.

Okay.

Oh, we will go to Rice's place and ask him if he has seen Paolo.

Okay, thank you.

Enjoy your walk.

Hey, Elena.

Hi. Good morning.

Have you seen my husband this morning?

No, why?

We argued and he disappeared.

If you see him, can you tell him I'm looking for him and I'm a bit worried?

There's no need to worry, Mrs. Ferretti. This is a vast estate.

He's probably gone for a walk in a park.

Maybe, but if he did, he's gone in his pyjamas.

Well, maybe he's going to take a walk around the castle and go look at some of

my uncle's paintings and write a bad review.

I'm joking, I'm sorry.

Look, which way are you going to go?

That way.

Okay, and where are Thomas and Sonia?

They're in the park.

They told me they would ask for rest on the way through.

Okay, well, why don't we go west and have a look out there?

Okay.

Okay. Okay. Catch you later.

Michael. Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I doubt that he's here.

Yeah, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's going to get up early to come

here and pray.

I don't think he'd be down in the crypt.

Marcus, are you okay?

What?

Yeah, um... Look, seeing as we're here, why don't we just go and check anyway?

I think it will be locked down there.

I need the keys from Oreste.

I'll call Thomas. Maybe it's with him.

Okay, thank you.

What do they say?

Sonia's bringing the keys.

Orestes also said that there are lots of secret passages here, and if Paolo

found one of them, it's really difficult to get out, and also to find him, as

the only person who knew them well enough was Peter.

Oh, dear.

Well, he might be down there a long time, but he's not going to die there.

Well, in the meantime, let's enjoy the fact that he's not here.

Why have you got Peter's watch?

No one could find it after he died. This isn't Peter's. This is my watch.

I've had it since I was born. It was given to me by my father.

Marcus, what's the matter?

Oh, my God.

You too.

You were lovers.

What are you saying? You and my uncle.

We're lovers.

What?

Yeah.

I can't believe I didn't realize before. I can see it so clearly now.

What?

That's why you spoke about him with such passion, isn't it? No.

Yes.

Yes.

You were with him the night that he died. No, no. Yes, you were. It couldn't

have been any other way. You were with him.

I hate you, you know that.

Because I have visions.

I've had them since I was a child. And since I got here, I have them even more.

Your own drug?

No. Your own fucking drug? Just like your uncle?

And then what happened, huh? And then what happened?

Yeah.

Then you tried to change the last will, didn't you? No, no, Marcus, I promise

you.

That's why Arrestee keeps telling me that I'm the one true heir. He knew

something that my uncle had told him. Now I promise you that I've done nothing

of the sort.

I was also surprised when I read Peter's final will.

What, the last one? Yes, the last one.

In the true procedure, you are the sole beneficiary of the entire estate.

Also, you don't know this, but your uncle has always given you everything

you needed throughout all your life. That's not true. You're lying.

Yes, it's true. Come with me.

As the rest have said, there are a lot of secret passages in this castle.

Chiara?

Chiara?

What the fuck?

Here you are. Finally.

Here is the key to the crypt.

Thanks.

Hey, where's Chiara?

I don't know. She left. No, her car's still outside.

Hey, you defined power, Chiara.

Chiara? No.

But I did find this.

It's my husband's notebook.

Where was it?

In the torture chamber.

And it looks like someone down there cleaned the instruments with bleach.

Bleach?

Wow, Marcus.

It sounds like you have some explaining to do.

Excuse me?

Yeah. Yesterday evening you were with Paolo.

And he's missing.

Today you were with Chiara and now she's missing as well, so...

Have you got something to tell us? I don't know where they are.

Last time I saw Paolo was last night.

Yeah, and what if last night you bumped into each other and something happened?

Last night I was with Chiara.

Nice, because she has gone missing.

What was it, Marcus? Did she refuse to be your alibi?

If it's such a big thing for you guys, why don't we just call the police?

Good idea, Byron. Yes, I think we should.

I have nothing to do with any of this, okay?

Well,

you're the only one saying you found it in the torture chamber.

Look, admit it. You and your husband, you don't get on, okay?

Who's to say you didn't have some fight last night and something happened?

Okay,

police are incoming.

There are flags in the town from the storm last night and they have no one

available, so we have to sort ourselves out.

Marcus, I have an idea.

With your permission, we will continue in a room and continue the search of the

house ourselves.

Well, that's very convenient.

And you can plant evidence against me, can't you?

I see what's going on here. This is a plot.

You guys...

They're trying to take away my 50 % of your estate with these kind of

accusations. No one's going to do that, Marcus. Yeah?

Well, I don't trust you.

I don't trust you either.

But, unfortunately, you're the prime suspect here.

You hate my husband. And you spend the night with Chiara. I don't hate your

husband. You have a motive.

It's safer for everyone this way.

Yes, it's safer.

You guys are fucking crazy.

Hi, Mom.

No, I'm not dead.

Yes, I know.

Luisa told me.

Yeah.

Well, it's not in the castle.

Sorry. Look, if I wanted to hide a body, sorry, but it seems that we are talking

about that, I would bury it in the garden.

Yeah, maybe with all this rain and wind, something might have been uncovered.

Hey, what's going on?

It's nothing.

I have low blood pressure. I just need to go and lie down for a while.

Oh, okay.

Oh, let's take you upstairs.

It's okay.

No, no, it's okay.

You keep looking.

I'll go by myself.

We stay together.

Yeah. Yes, but we don't have to be worried about Marcus now that he's

Well, that's true.

Really, I'll be fine.

You can go.

Okay. Okay. Take care.

You did all these pictures for me, right?

You watched me from afar.

You put me through my studies.

You wanted to make sure I'd understand.

And this is your label for me.

And this is the last one.

A self -portrait of Kirby.

The desperate man.

The crazy man.

But who are you hiding these messages from?

The crazy man. Why were you crazy?

Because you were fucking your daughters? Huh?

The other one.

About incest. It's a lot. And it's the daughters.

The crazy man sees the truth.

Marcus.

You killed Paolo for me. Didn't you?

What? No.

You wanted me.

And you couldn't bear to see him touch me.

What happened to you?

Keep me, Marcus.

Keep me, Marcus!

Keep me!

It's gonna hurt, okay?

I'm going to try and put you in the bed, okay?

Come on.

I'm sorry.

No. I don't know what happened to me. It's not your fault. It was like I was

leap walking.

No. Like someone was controlling me. It's not your fault. There's something

right here.

Successor, you're not the heir.

Luisa and I, we only serve the Cavendish family.

So why are you ruining it? Who told you to do that?

The Baron.

Who is the Baron? Who is the Baron?

You're a monster!

Siamo tutti felici, John, tello che

abbiamo tratto la vita e noi troveremo

riposo.

If you're not here, where are you?

I hate you.

And I will destroy you.

You can't.

I'm inside you.

I am you.

Why didn't you stop Victoria?

I'm not omnipotent. And neither are you.

Today you lost three of your offspring.

Because of one simple slip of the tongue by the servants.

Victoria didn't know she was my daughter.

Of course she knew.

Everyone knows, and I am proud of them.

Victoria didn't know how to deal with her daughter being a rival.

And you didn't have the courage to punish that hermit. I had to get her to

it.

Victoria did what I should have done if I had a ounce of humanity left.

You are human.

You are more human than that subspecies that values our genetic heritage.

Goddamn you!

When will you learn that it is pointless trying to oppose me?

Merci, Marcus.

Merci, Marcus.

Right

on

time. I'm so proud of you.

Well, that's Peter's watch. How did you get that?

I took mine evidence.

Why?

You're also one of Peter's sons?

Yes, I am. And so was Kara, the fruit of an affair between my father and his

solicitor. And you knew this?

Of course.

You don't think that this is my first visit to the castle, do you?

I was born and bred specifically...

To be the new heir to the Cavendish inheritance.

The direct descendant of John.

We are all John's children.

Apart from him.

This is why I not fed him to our father.

His DNA is impure.

So why did you kill him?

Partly because he was fucking my sister. And partly because I enjoyed it.

But mostly because John altered me too.

Paolo was out of control.

I don't understand.

The DNA, Marcus.

DNA.

This is the true inheritance that John has passed on.

Paolo has no Kevin's DNA.

And he could not control him. Just as he can't control you.

Paolo was discovering too much.

But...

skepticism all, stopping him from realizing what it all means.

At dinner, I put him to the test regarding our extermination of the

dinosaurs and the colonization of the planet.

You mean the Cavendishes?

That we are aliens?

Well, no.

Not we Cavendishes.

We humans are all aliens.

Or, as Elena put it best, we are extraterrestrials. This planet

is not adapted well to support human life. We had to colonize and transform

There was a great disaster and we lost contact with our brothers.

Only a few of us remained and began to breed with the local humanoids.

contaminating our genetic heritage and losing, over the course of thousands of

years, our great power.

What? Like telekinesis?

Exactly.

The things that humanites of today call magic were

originally something that came naturally to us.

humanoid food and drink inhibit these powers,

but LSD reactivates all the beautiful things that you manage to experience.

What did you think?

That it was all just an illusion?

Anyway, enough of the history lesson.

Come here.

to introduce our father,

John

Kelly.

Oh my God.

You're a fucking tree.

I wasn't always a tree.

But I just survived for centuries and waited for the return of our brothers

other planets.

I combined my DNA with the plant's DNA, which lives longer and is more effective

than ours.

When the time comes, I will return to being human again and all of my power

shall return.

So that's why you eat your descendants?

To reneutrify your soil?

In every generation, I chose just one of the offspring.

And it is they who will pass on my genetic lineage.

The one you can control like a puppet master?

If you want to call it that.

You eat them all.

Your sons, your daughters.

Your nieces, your nephews, your grandchildren, your great

the rest of them.

The Cavendership.

We're monsters.

No.

We are descended from pharaohs. From the kings of Israel. We are the descendants

of God.

My Thomas.

Out of all of you... ...is my favorite song.

And me?

You are an error.

The fruit of a separation with the genetic information.

I have been trying to destroy the human youth since the day you were born.

I tried to get your father to kill you, but...

My control over him was weak, and he was able to reset my power.

Then your uncle sent you far from here, and you escaped my influence.

I renounced my mobility in exchange for my longevity.

The closer you are, and the purer your DNA, the more power I have. I have

over you.

And he sent me far away from here so that I would inherit everything.

And then you and the rest of your line would be destroyed.

And this is why I forced him to write. I knew well.

Bringing you all here so that I could enact my next regeneration.

So, if Thomas dies, you have no more heirs.

You are forgetting that I am the pure one.

You are the weak.

The one that is watered down.

Forgive me, father.

Go and bathe my sister.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Oreste.

Can I ask you something, Baroness?

Yes, certainly.

Have you thought of a name?

I think I'm going to call him John.

What did you think?

That it was all just an illusion?