It's the Monaco Grand Prix weekend and there are too many people on this small rock. Shady real estate developers, European royalty and degenerate gamblers are all rubbing shoulders. They all came down for a piece of the action. Because rumor is, the race is rigged and the champion has disappeared.

There are helicopters in the air, landing more rich idiots every eight minutes. Suitcases full of dark money on the casino floor, messing up with the odds. On top of that, there is a secret penthouse where apparently, the party never ends.

And everyone wears sunglasses in case this thing goes south.