All language subtitles for TheKillRoom2023

It was almost three months

after police found
the first victim's body

that law enforcement officials
caught their first break

when they discovered
the killer used a doorknob

to bash the victim's head in,

and then in an act
of defiance,

almost daring police to
discover the murder weapon

that was right
under their noses.

When asked, detectives said

they'd never seen a case

where the killer
taunted police...

-This coffee's shit, I think
the milk's bad or something.

And I want my money back.

-Get the fuck outta here.

-I just drank this
coffee that tasted

like a monkey's
fucking asshole.

I was just in here.

-You were not just
fucking in here.

-Now you're trying to tell me

that I wasn't just
fucking in here.

-Motherfucker,
I don't know you.

-Yeah, but I know
who you are, Luis.

-Get the fuck outta my store.

-Not without my money.

-Get the fuck out!

-Go ahead, play the security
camera footage.

-Motherfucker,
I'm going to crack

your fucking skull open!

-You ain't gonna do shit.

-Motherfucker, try me,
motherfucker!

-Play the fucking video.
Play the video.

-Come on, mother--
-Play the video.

-I don't got no
fucking security video!

-Oh, you don't?

- You like that, huh?

Stop squirming.

- Such a strong piece,
don't you think?

Are you familiar
with the artist?

- Oh yeah,
Grace is amazing.

-I just think this newer work

is such an interesting
evolution of our practice,

don't you?

-Definitely.

-So is it something you think

you'd wanna add to
your collection or?

-Oh no, sorry,
I'm only in NFTs right now.

-Cool, enjoy your night.

Shouldn't you be out there
trying to make a sale?

Thought that's what
gallery openings are for.

Mingling or something?
-When you're a grownup,

it's called networking,

but no one would come to one
of these things unless, ah,

Christ Jesus.

What? Don't judge me,
it's just Adderall.

Ah, the straw.

It helps my anxiety.

-I wasn't judging you.

My other friends who
intern at galleries,

they just tell me that
usually the drugs come out

at the after party,
not at the opening.

-Look, do you
wanna make a sale?

Well then get out
there and make one.

Half the gallery's
cut is yours.

-Really?

-My math sucks,
but I know half of zero is zero.

And fucking Grace.

-I kind of went back to
these fundamentals, like stamps.

And I've been making
my own stamps and carving--

-There's no one here
but friends and deadbeats.

-Hey, Patrice.

-Oh, congratulations, Grace.

-Mm-hm. Any collectors coming?

-Uh, yes, hi.

I've had correspondence
with a lot of great people

and many have shown interest.

-Any sales?

-Not yet.

-What about press?

-Figure Forty.

-That's a blog,
I meant press.

-Yeah, well, we've
been having

a conversation with
some very good people.

-Who's we?

-Leslie and I.

-Hi, Grace, great show.

-Leslie's an intern,
no offense,

but Anika Lund has a press
agent at her gallery.

-And if we sell out
this entire show,

I'll spend ten thousand
a month on one too.

-Anika also has a writer
for the New York Times,

The Kimono, doing an article.

-Hey, uh, Fern's here.

-She loves your work.

-I heard that you
sold one of her pieces

to the Morehouse Foundation,
one of the big ones.

-Well, actually they
have a relationship

that goes back a while
and I know--

-Why couldn't you have just
offered them one of mine?

-Congratulations you two.

Oh, the show looks great.

-Oh, so sweet of you to come.

I know you've been practically
living in the studio.

-When's your next show?

- Oh, soon.

Mind if I swing by the studio
and check out the progress?

-Yeah, there's something
that I would like to--

-I was actually
just asking Patrice

why she couldn't
offer any of my work

to the Morehouse Foundation.

-More wine?

-You son of a bitch.

-This coffee's shit,
milk's bad or something.

-I'm not falling for that,
motherfucker.

How's my boychik?

-Fucking fantastic.

What's wrong with
those assholes?

-Those alter kakers?
They got their granny panties

in a bunch because Minnesota
didn't cover the spread.

Not to perpetuate
a hateful stereotype,

but those motherfuckers are
some cheap motherfuckers.

-Mm. The only word
I caught was "thief."

-Anton and Andrei
love the deli bit.

Clean up on aisle six!

That's gonna prevent
a lot of sticky fingers.

Look,

we're a team, right?

Andrei, Anton, you, me?

-Yeah.

-Well we...
have a money problem.

You know that guy Lyle?

And that weird Irish guy that
does his wet work for him?

You know the one that never
takes his jacket off indoors

even though you say to
him five times, hey,

aren't you hot with
that jacket on?

-Gordon, yeah.

-Oh, they're gone, locked up.
Taxes, like Al Capone.

Mm-hmm.

We need to find a new way...

to deal with the money.

- Let me see that.

That hasn't gone out yet?
It sold last week.

-Got an email from Philip,
he changed his mind.

-Changed his mind?
I sent him a damn invoice.

-Said his wife
thought they had

too many watercolors
or something.

-Since when have men started
listening to their wives?

I told you, no more mail,
only collection letters

or cancellation notices.

Running a business
is about learning

fiscal prioritization.

-This is today's mail,
you're looking at last week's.

Remember,
chronologically ordered piles

of fiscal prioritization,
best I can do.

Sculpture Foundation Fundraiser.

Bet a lot of collectors
are gonna be there.

-Yeah, and I'd have to
donate at least $10,000

if I wanted to sit
next to one of them.

Anika's invitations
are really nice.

What?

No, no, no, I'm just saying.

-I was cutting costs.

-You think she's going
to Sculpture Foundation?

-Are you kidding?

She's probably gonna sit
on some collector's lap.

-You know they
have lower amounts

where you just do
drinks and not dinner.

-So I can stand around
the ice machine

with all the other
broke losers

and watch the connected
people go in for dinner?

Pass.

Fuck, speaking of people
I owe money to.

-Fabricator?

-Dealer, drug dealer.

Where do you think
I got my Adderall from?

-Hmm, therapist?

-Cut me off years ago.

Hey, Nate.

-Yo girl, all good with you?

-Eh.

-This stuff is dope.

This by the same guy who
did all that weird shit

with the magic markers?

-Oh, these are by a woman,
so no, different artist,

but I can see why
you'd say that.

They both have
similar practices.

-Oh yeah?

Not everyone catches that?
The...similar practices.

- What can I say?

You've got a good eye, Nate.

-How much this go for?

-Five, minus the frame.

-Five?
-Thousand.

-Man, you sell it?

-Hmm, not yet.

But hey, you must know
a lot of rich people.

How about you send
them over my way

and I cut you in
on any sale I make.

-Fuck girl, you're the only
class act I got.

Ah...

Listen, you know I love to hear
about your hustle and all,

but I came here to talk
about my game, you know?

-I know.

And I know I owe you
from last time,

but while I don't
have cash right now,

I think I have something
you would like.

-You know,
I think you're hot and all.

I love older women, but I told
my lady I'd be better about--

-Not what I meant Nate.

Thank you.

- Patrice.

- Hey Anika.
- For Anika.

-Did you get the invitation
to my opening?

-Oh, I haven't gone
through my mail yet.

-I would love for you
to come see my new show

before I have to head off
to Berlin for a studio visit.

-I know what you mean, I just
had a studio visit myself.

-Fern Davis?

-Yeah.

-God, I love her work,
pure genius.

-You just had
a studio visit with Fern?

-Oh no, I just
took a little peek

when I stopped by
to bring her some tea

I picked up in
Shanghai last week.

-Oh, it's a wonderful time
of year to be in Shanghai.

-Really is.

-Anika, we're gonna
be late, again.

-Just doesn't stop, does it?

-I have to get back
to the gallery myself.

-You never know,
someone might be there.

-Don't be terrible.

- You're the one who
always makes fun of her.

-Ah, fuck.

- Are you fucking
Tony Montana, Gordon?

That Cayman Island shit
went out...

before I was
in the game, man.

-Oh, yeah?

Well how you handling your bag?

You walk up in
Chase Manhattan,

said, "Let me make a deposit"?

-My money goes
through the dark web,

comes back cleaner
than a nun's drawers.

-Speaking of, how's this
here working out for you?

- Are you kidding?

Yo, this room here
is like 49 hundred.

I need to do three
or four of these a week.

-Pee panties for perverts,
what a world.

But you gotta admire a man

who carves out a niche
market for himself.

- You like that?

- I don't know.

It's weird.

-That's art for you.

Customer of mine was short of
cash, gave me that instead.

-Oh, you run
the swap meet now.

What's this worth,
like half a blunt?

-That shit there
is worth 45 grand.

-Bullshit in a China shop.

-My girl Patrice, ain't
no joke with that art stuff.

-Patrice, and where she at?

-The city.

-City.

The city.

Oh yeah, I see you Patrice.

Yeah, girl.

I see you.

-Oh.

May I help you?

-Couldn't tell if you were
open or closed, you know,

You tied up in
the back somewhere

being held hostage?

One business owner to another,

you should invest in one
of those little sliding

open closed signs, you know,
from a hardware store.

Only a nine dollar investment
and tax deductible.

-Let me know if you have
any questions about the art.

- Patrice, right?

Yeah.

Hey, so I do have
a few questions.

One of your collectors
was showing me this piece.

-Oh, which collector?

-Really good friend of mine.

-Hmm, well what art are
you curious about?

-Be frank, um,
I don't wanna buy any art.

I wanna sell art.

-What?

-When Nate showed me this--

-Nate.

-Yeah, Nate.
-Nate.

-Nate, the panty per--
person designer.

He and I do some
business together.

And he was mentioning you
were having a cash problem.

-What?

-Oh, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

You know, solvency
is a problem

a lot of young businessmen
and...women...have.

-Well, my business is
no business of yours.

-Well, not right now, but...

I think we might be able
to help each other out.

-I'm sorry,
I'm not interested.

-What if I told you I have
a valuable piece of art

I'd like to sell,
but I don't know

anything about the machinations

or the ins and outs of
the financial art world.

-Mm-hmm.

-But a successful gallery
owner like yourself,

I'm sure you know all the
artistic legalese and whatnot.

So, I propose,

I give you the piece

and I give you the money for it.

You cut me a check minus
a nice fee for yourself

and handle all
the accounting paperwork

and everything will
be right as rain.

-Hmm.

-Because I want everything
to be, you know,

this whole transaction
on the up and up,

everything hunky dory,
you know.

Clean as they say,
like laundry.

-Are you really mansplaining
money laundering to me?

-No, of course not.

I need an expert for a very
nuanced business transaction

and a mutual friend
suggested I contact you

for your expertise.

I'm wanna hire you
as a...consultant.

-Hmm.

Thank you, but no.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

-All right, well I'm not gonna
waste your time

with a long spiel.

My schmekel may not
be snipped,

but I make
the best bialys in town.

I'll have some fresh for you,
when you change your mind.

-Thank you.
-Hmm.

-How much are these
pieces of shit going for?

-Small ones are 75 thousand.

-I guess I'm too old to
sell my eggs, aren't I?

-Lots of ads for
that on campus.

-You didn't tell me
Mae Li's working with Anika.

-I don't even know
who that is.

-Glasses with Anika.

She's only the top art advisor
to the one percent.

Remember that African
dictator's son

bought a loft in Tribecca?

Guess who helped him decorate?

Hello, Anika.

-Patrice,
what a nice surprise.

-You mailed me an invitation.

- Nice design
by the way.

-Thank you.

-Patrice Capullo,
I run Program Gallery.

-Mae Li.

-Mae Li was just telling me
she's already found homes

for some of Vincent's work.

-Hmm.
-African dictator's son?

-No, Brian Prithchard.

His father invented
that coil thing

that heats up when you vape.

He's become quite
the collector.

I showed him Vincent's work
and he's an enormous fan.

Told me to get one for him,

one for his wife and one
for each of his girlfriends.

-What a sweetheart.

- I told
Yuri Yvanivich he should

have one too.

He agreed.

-What did he invent?

-He's the biggest
arms dealer in Ukraine

and really developing an eye

for contemporary
post-modern work.

-He would love Cindy Sherman,

I bet he'd just
eat her right up.

-Well as they say,
the beauty is in the art,

not the collector, no?

-My gallery's
still at the point

of selling to rich assholes

but I hope soon to
have a client base

of truly horrific
people like these.

-Ahmad's an oil tycoon
mobster type.

I have a lot of those types.

-Lucky you.

-I think he's actually
had people killed.

- Guess who
wants to say hello?

- Ah, the Galvinsons.

-Hello, my dear.

- My two favorite
collectors in the whole world.

-Fern?

-Patrice, hello,
nice to see you.

-Photo op anybody?

-Definitely, come, come, come,
come, come. Matthew get the art.

- Here.

-Hey.
-Hey.

- And ah, amazing.

-Cunt, sorry.

- You know I am
super appreciative

of everything that
you've done for me.

-Six years
we've worked together

and your work has grown
exponentially since then.

-We have grown together.

I also need you and
your gallery to grow too.

That just hasn't happened.

Okay? Anika has a staff.

She has a press person.

-I got you reviews that
we didn't have to pay for.

-But Patrice, it's not just
about the reviews, right?

It's other things too.

You know, it's being able
to have real invitations

made for an opening

or having a nice
dinner after a show

and not just drinks, right?

Like stuff like that matters.

Can you do that?

-Yes, I can.

And of course stuff
like that matters.

I didn't wanna say anything
because, well, the gallery

is going through some changes.

We have a new...

I just need you
to stay with me.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

-Ah, had a change
of heart have we?

-Yep, where's the piece?

-Is that necessary?

-Yes, it's necessary.

I need something to sell.

-Can't it just be anything?

-No.

-Well, didn't some
guy put a mustache

on the Mona Lisa
and call that art?

-Marcel Duchamp, but
there's more to it than that.

I mean, I need a
painting to catalog.

-Can it be something
you already got?

-You mean,
sell another artist's work

and not give them the money?

-Yeah, I'm down with that.

-Well then you'd have some
real legitimacy problems.

And I'm guessing that
financial legitimacy

is pretty important to you.

-And you are guessing
absolutely right.

So I will call my guy,

have him grab his brushes
and whip something up.

Would that be oil,
acrylics or watercolors?

See, been using the Googler

'cause I knew you were coming.

-Very impressive.

-What's hot right now?

- What am I
supposed to paint?

Fucking I don't know.

Just paint anything, paint
whatever you're thinkin' 'bout.

-Pizza, I'm hungry.

- For fucks--

You goddamn jackass.

-Oh, I'm the jackass?

Who's the fucking jackass?

Me or the jackass who asked me
to paint some shit?

I'm not a fucking artist.

- Motherfucker, you
wanna make money, motherfucker,

just...paint
some goddamn thing.

-All right for Christ's sakes,
I'll fucking paint.

Asshole.

-What's this bullshit you're
asking my father to do?

-Oh, excuse me for trying
to broaden our horizons.

Would it kill us to add
a little sophistication,

a little class to our business

while we're trying
to make money?

I mean, my family,
we wouldn't know culture

from corn beef,
but your father and you,

you're Europeans.

Isn't every other
building over there

a museum or
something like that? Hmm?

-Get to the point.

-Hey, I'm just looking
out for us here.

I don't want us to end
up like Lyle's crew.

I bet that crazy Irish fuck

finally took off
his jacket, eh, Dad?

-I'm just saying,
these days it doesn't hurt

to be a little more careful,
and with that in mind...

somebody's got a little problem

they want taken care of by
our boychik then you know,

I suggest they buy art.

-Art?

- Yeah, art.

-What the frig do
you know about art?

What art school did you go to?

- Art school?

You know who went to
art school? Hitler.

You wanna call
yourself an artist?

Boom, you're an artist.

It's not like you're running
around saying you're a doctor,

a lawyer or something serious.

An artist.

- You're a moron.

A fucking idiot, fake Jew,

retard, moron.

-Right and...

who's gonna pay
anything for this?

-My five year old
makes better paintings

with his fingers.

-And that's the beauty of this,
you fucking cretin.

You remember Dave the Polack?

He tried to clean his money

using his father-in-law's
used car dealership.

-Oh, yeah.

And they all got pinched.

-Yeah, 'cause even those
schmucks at the IRS

knew those piece of shit cars
that he was selling

weren't worth the money
he was trying to push through.

But art,

this ugly ass thing right here

that looks like
a Smurf with diarrhea

wiped his ass with it,

can sell for a million bucks

and they wouldn't bat an eye.

So from now on,
when there's a contract out,

instead of a bag man with
a duffle full of money,

here's the good part,

they're gonna write
a check to this classy,

fancy-smansy art gallery
run by this artsy, fartsy

young lady who will
take a reasonable cut

for herself and cut us

a nice, clean, check.

Goddamn, that is
one ugly motherfucker.

-No, well he has a--
an aesthetic.

Hmm?

-I got some pictures
you'll like.

- Hmm.

-Okay.

To whom shall I...?

-Andrei Gorlich Trust.

A-N-D-R-E-I
G-O-R-L-I-C-H Trust.

-Trust.

-Mm-hmm.

So what happens now?

-Well, I generate an invoice,

put the work
in my database and...

What's the artist's name?

-Oh, we hadn't
thought about that.

-Oh, something that's
not boring, like...

...Balthus or...

Beskeya.

-Bagman.

-The Bagman.

-Yeah.

-Whatever. We're good?

-Hah.

You best believe it.

Clean as the board of health.

Match made in heaven.

- Thank you, sir.

-Thank you.
-Welcome.

- Hah.

This is a sub-zero,
it connects to the internet.

-Sweet.

-And RSVP to the Sculpture
Foundation fundraiser.

Best table next to
the richest,

most annoying fucking
collectors ever.

-Okay, don't take
this the wrong way,

but did a relative die and
leave you money or something?

-I made a sale.

-Fuck yeah, what piece?

-It was an acquisition that I--
through a third party.

-I mean, what's the work?

I mean, is it something
we can put on--

-RSVP, it's tonight,
best seats.

-Uh, seats plural?

-Seats, plural.

That is unless you mind
sitting next to someone

whose eggs are endangered.

-I think I can let
that slide, thank you.

Sorry.

So, Samir's boss told him
all this booze is donated.

And like all these
different vineyards fight

to have their wine be
the one they serve everyone.

-If those vineyards went
through all the trouble,

let's make sure to
honor their work.

- Clink!

Oh fuck, it's The Kimono.

In the seventh grade,

the only thing
I liked reading more

than The Babysitter's Club
were her reviews.

-When I masturbate it's to
the thought of Maxine Woods

giving the gallery
a full page spread.

Sunday section, of course.

-You win, want more wine?

-Double.

-Okay.

Hi, excuse me.

Hi, can we get double?

-Patrice?

Oh, Doctor and Mrs. Galvinson,
so good to see you.

-We didn't expect
to see you dear.

Anika made it sound
as if you wouldn't...

Oh, there she is, Anika.

-Hi.

-Hello, Anika.

-Somebody's plus one?

-Cute.

My schedule freed up
at the last minute

and so, we decided to come.

-We?

- Don't mind me,
two for you.

-Leslie, you remember
the Galvinsons?

-Of course,
love your collection.

You have a couple of
Fern Davis's pieces, right?

-Leslie is my intern.

-Oh, well how nice
of your boss

to bring you to such an event.

-Did you bring
your assistant?

-Oh, I begged him to come,

but he's setting up
our new NFT division

so he stayed behind.

-Ah, the New Art
market bubble.

Alan Myer's son has one.

-It is so great seeing
you both here, Patrice.

I mean, I have to apologize,

I just haven't seen you at
any of the events in a while.

I just was under
the impression you weren't

coming tonight.

-Well, surprises are fun.

-I just thought the gallery
wasn't doing well

since Sebastian--

-Oh, well, she just
closed this huge deal

on a painting
from the Bagman, so...

-The Bagman?

Is that a sub-genre offshoot

of the Pictures
Generation Movement?

-Well, sort of a raw
contemporary collection

with an urban sensibility
and a low-fi aesthetic.

-Well, I can show you.

I have it on Art Binder
right here.

Here just hold this.

Perfect, right here.

-It's so...ornate.
-Ugly.

-I mean the artist
doesn't have the kind of

refined process
that you're used to seeing,

but some collectors really
gravitate towards pieces

that are more unfashioned.

-And you say it already sold?

-Or maybe it's just on hold?

-You look great in
that color.

- It sold, yeah.

-At?

-150 thousand.

-Isn't that rather high
for an emerging artist?

-We better get our seats.

We're at table five.

Anika, you on the dais, hon?

-I'm at table 35.

-Shall we?

Yes, ah, great.

- Let me get those.

Thank you.

That was awesome,
I cannot wait to ask Matthew

what Anika said
after all that.

-How do you know so
much about that sale?

-Oh, well you're
always telling me

to keep the database
organized, so.

-When did you scan
it into the Art Binder?

-Oh yeah, no offense,

but it hasn't exactly
been crazy busy, you know.

-Oh no, no, it's fine.

It's fine, but just
for the moment,

can we just keep
that sale on the DL?

- Why?

It's like the biggest thing
we've had since I've been here.

-The artist is very private

and he doesn't
know me very well.

So, we're trying to establish
the dealer-artist trust bond.

-Okay, sorry. Shouldn't have...

-We just need to control
his introduction

to the marketplace.

Too much exposure too
soon could be...

detrimental.

-I'm sorry,

we don't have any work
from the Bagman available.

-Art revolution?

-There's not a wait list

'cause there's
nothing to wait for.

- It's all hush-hush,
I don't know anything.

-That's crazy.

- Patrice is acting
really weird.

-Patrice is weird.

The woman dropped
Sebastian Stone.

Who does that?

Gotta go.

-Well, what did she say?

-Oh, uh, they don't
offer refunds.

You have the full appointment.

-Not about my acupuncture
Matthew, the Bagman.

- Okay,
she doesn't know.

It's all handled
through Patrice.

Nobody who Leslie
knows has any idea,

but everybody wants one
from all over the world.

Paris, Milan, the Vatican.

-I'm aware Matthew,
thank you.

Would you go get
me a green juice?

Roots three point five,
thank you.

-Of course, bitch, you
know I'm here for all of it.

-Patrice is too
much of a flake

to handle something
this big, right?

-And we're talking about
the woman who was inhaling

the shrimp at the
Sculpture Foundation gala.

-Yep, well.

- My god,
it's Figure Forty.

It's a dumb art blog
nobody even reads.

I mean, don't tell
Grace that or anything.

-What part of keeping
this to ourselves

did you not understand?

Would you understand better
if I made a meme out of it?

For fuck sake,
we need to stop talking

about this right now.

-For the first time
since I've been here,

we have an artist blowing up
and we can't talk about it?

I had to say something.

Do you know how dumb
that makes me look

if I don't know anything
about our best artist?

-Just lie, like I told you.

-Says the dealer who
dropped Sebastian Stone

right before he did
his motorcycle series.

-That has nothing to
do with any of this.

I told you specifically not
to talk about the Bagman.

I'm handling it.

-So then how come every
time the phone rings,

which was like never
before weeks ago,

and it's someone
begging to give us money

for a Bagman piece, you
always make me deal with them?

-Answer the phone.

-So I can sound like
an idiot?

I mean, whether I tell them
I don't know anything

or nobody picks up,
it's the same thing.

-Part of your job is
still to answer the phone.

-What are you so afraid of?

Matthew told me Anika said
that you're afraid of success.

That that's why you
dropped Sebastian.

And you know,
I don't know

that he was
like becoming a star

and you couldn't handle it.

You may have blown your shot

and wanna keep your
gallery small, but not me.

-I didn't drop Sebastian
because I couldn't handle it.

I dropped Sebastian because
I didn't want to handle it.

Yes, he's a talented artist,

but he's also a misogynistic pig
who harassed me,

my assistant, the art handlers
and their mothers.

-So fucking tell people then.

-Sebastian still makes
a lot of people a lot of money.

And when you make big sales,

you have the power to
control the narrative.

-Right, so doesn't that mean

that with all this
Bagman shit,

that you have the power again?

-Gordon.

-Hey, do I come to
your place of business

interrupting you?

-That's how we met, remember?

-All right, all
right, all right.

So what's up?

-I need another painting.

-What happened to one a week?

-It's for a real collector.

The sale's all lined up,
$275,000.

Give or take 10%.

-Don't bullshit a bullshitter,
what's the scam?

-No scam.

A legit collector
wants to buy a piece

from an emerging artist.

-Who the hell pays
that kinda money

for something they
haven't even seen?

-Collectors buy stuff
all the time, sight unseen.

-What kind of person

pays that kind of money for
those ugly pieces of shit?

-Collectors don't buy
art because they like it.

They buy it because
they think they need it

and they think they need it

because they're afraid
somebody else will get it.

That's the whole
way pricing works.

-Look, why don't you go ahead
and do this thing yourself.

You paint it.

If you can sell it, great.

Just give us our cut.

-Collectors are discerning,
they'll know.

-So you want a glimpse
inside the artist's mind?

You giving interviews
today, Rembrandt?

-You made those
pieces of shit?

Okay, can we not
with the pieces of shit thing--

Ah, ah, no explanations.

We'll have something
for you tomorrow.

I'll be having
another one for you

in like a week or so.
Okay?

Hey, you cool?

-Oh, yeah, thanks.

-Excellent, as usual.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

Oh, I'm not sure if this thing

like goes that way
or that way.

You'll figure it out.

-What do you think
about this piece?

-I don't know.

Got these circles and

one of these Price Is Right
flowers or some shit.

Well, what's this guy saying?

-Well, she's recreating
childhood memories.

Her mother used to
give her a sticker

every time she got
a good grade.

In her execution,
she only draws their shapes.

-So how am I
supposed to get that?

How's anybody?

-Well, nobody has
to get anything.

I'm just saying,
for this artist,

they're not just shapes,

they're memories that we can
tell are important to her.

-Hmm.

So when you look at my work,

can you tell
anything about me?

-I'm an art dealer,
I'm not a mind reader.

I know about Grace's work
'cause I know about Grace.

- Uh-huh.

- You, I hardly know
you, so...

So maybe I don't want
anybody to know about me.

-When you make art
from a truthful place,

people find out
something about you.

It's fucked up,

but we kind of have
the same job you and me.

We both sell products that
people spend a fortune on

because of how those
products make them feel.

-What's that got
to do with me?

-You're a drug dealer,
aren't you?

I'm starting to see

why he has an
appreciative audience

yet remains under the radar,
the simplicity.

It's so present that it's
almost a distraction at first.

-It takes a discerning
collector with a trained eye.

-Which ones are available?

-None of them.

-Really?

-Sadly, I've spoken
to the artist

and his other gallerist,

there's an extremely long
wait list of collectors

and some commissions too.

-We've always been a champion
of you and all your artists.

-I know serious and
established collectors

such as yourselves

understand that it's in
everyone's best interest

to give the most relevant work
to those who show support

not for a single artist,

but for the gallery's
program in general.

-Well, why don't you tell us
more about Grace's new work?

- Ahem.

Gordon told me to--

You almost done with that?

Just gimme a second please.

-What is this?

What the fuck is this?

How do you make that?

Something about this
excites me, scares me even.

-Why would that scare you?

-You tell me,
you're the artist.

-You think that Patrice
puts as much value in

the process of making something
than the final product?

I mean, nobody does.

Nobody cares about
narrative anymore.

-There's so much going on
with it, and the collectors!

- Oh, collectors,
really?

My show has been up for weeks
and you managed one sale

but this guy who
I've never seen before...

He's got collectors lined up.

-Grace, can you
give me a second?

-Sorry, is he your next show?

Is he on the roster?

Are you on the roster?

-You wanted to take--

-Oh my god,
are you the Bagman?

Oh, sorry.
Do you think that everyone

doesn't know about
the Bagman?

Because Leslie was
telling everybody

at the Grey Pillar
opening about him.

- Oh, sorry.

-So, you're the Bagman.

-What do you know
about a bagman?

-I really gotta
deal with this.

-Deal with this,
oh I'm so sorry, Patrice.

I had no idea my career
was such a goddamn

inconvenience to you.
You know what, fuck you.

-Hey bitch, chill out.

Whoa.

- What?

-Let's have this
conversation later.

Fuck this freak show.

-If you just want to--
-Hold on.

- Grace, Grace!

-You're a straight white man
making fucking boring

a straight white man art.

You are making
a killing in the art world

by making safely
abstract fucking wall décor.

150 thousand
for your first piece.

Belongs at the Holiday Inn!

- I forgot
I even had

an email address till
the Spanish girl

with the limp told me
I had a message.

I thought
she was lying.

But lo and behold,

what on God's green
earth is this?

It's, uh, conceptual art.

-What?

-It's a, you know,
it's a type of artwork.

-I'll conceptual
art your ass.

Look, this thing's
supposed to be a front.

That means low profile.

Why do I even have to
tell you this is not good?

-Patrice thinks it's good.

-What else is she gonna say?

She's running a business.

She's thinking about the money
she's gonna make off you.

-Oh, and you and
Andrei aren't?

-That's totally different.

-How is that different?

-Because that business
is not our business.

This is a problem,
and not just for you and me,

for everybody.

Which means it's gonna be
an even bigger problem.

You understand?

-Let me ask you something.

You ever think I'm gonna be good
with Anton and Andrei?

-You know the kind of guys
Andrei has working for him.

I mean, you are like Einstein
compared to those schlimazels.

He knows you're a good earner.

-No, I mean like,
you know, good.

-Like good, good?

-And for good.

-If you're saying what
I think you're saying,

I'd say don't say it again.

-Well then how long
is long enough?

When am I ever gonna be
straight with these guys?

-I don't make the rules.

You're a lifer, like me.

Sorry.

-Pan left.

Hmm.

Perfect.

-Love the adjustment.

Just wanted you to
look over the wait list.

-Yeah.
-I know that we had--

-No, not--not him.

Please, please, Leslie.

Every time it's the same.

-I was wondering...

-What do you think?

-Ready for your big night?

-I don't know.

-It's okay to be nervous.

You're coming, aren't you?

What's with the shrugs?
This is a huge night for you.

Something you didn't
know was inside of you

is about to be shown
to the whole world.

-Maybe there are people
out there who don't want me

to open up and share what's
inside of me with the world.

-You just described
every artist's fear, ever.

- Right.

-Hey, what's up?

-Anyway?

- No, you don't
need to bring anything.

No, I told you
I'm telling you the truth.

- He makes trouble.
- Yeah.

-Hold on, Patrice,
it's my sister.

She wants to know what people
wear to things like this.

- Whatever.

- She says whatever.
- Hello.

-No, I swear to God that's
what she fucking said.

-Hi.

-This...these are--
tell me about them.

-The complexity
of urban identity.

An examination of
the individual's place

in a culture of consumerism.

The artist tries to
capture the essence,

what I like to call the breath
of a concept.

-Were you talking to
your sister?

What's her email, we can
add her to our mailing list.

-Okay, it's Nicole,
N-I-C-O-L Marie.

- I would
never say it's a good piece.

But it's definitely
eliciting a reaction in me.

They make me feel...

-Angst.

Foreboding.

-Dirty.

Ooh.

Doctor G, I think it's high time
you get your wife home.

-Oh, I haven't seen that look

since the California Clay
Movement was revitalized.

Let's get you home, dear.

-I have Pump Caryatid
on my nightstand.

- Thank you,
thank you, thank you.

- Bye.

-Bye.
-Thank you.

They love the work.

They're going home
to fuck each other's

brains out right now
because of you.

-Well, you're the one
who sold them on it.

-Oh, it's easier
when it's good work.

I think people are gonna
respond to this show

because you see things in
a way very few people do,

and they get to live
vicariously through you.

-Thanks.

-And just to
grease the wheels

and make sure they get
the next one from the Bagman,

they just bought one
of Grace's pieces.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

You know, it wasn't
until we caught

my Aunt Rachel taking
leftovers outta the fridge

and mailing them to
relatives that we realized

we needed to put
her in a home.

-It's a tax thing.

Collectors don't like to
pay city or state taxes

so long as it's
shipped out of state,

like to a fine art
storage facility.

-You just said
they picked them up.

-I interned at this gallery
and collectors would buy

a sculpture for
three hundred thousand dollars

and we'd just pop it in
the back of their Mercedes.

Then we'd start building
these huge crates

and ship them empty
to a storage facility.

So long as there's
an invoice and proof

that we shipped it outta state,
that's all they need.

It's funny to think there're
these giant warehouses

with armed goons
guarding empty boxes.

- Domestic
violence, gender roles.

Consumerism.

Lest we not forget
an obvious hit piece

on climate change deniers.
I need it.

- Not for sale,
sorry.

-Take that Anika.

My show is fucking awesome.

-Hey, Mr. Big Shot.

-Why don't you fucking
invite the cops here

while you're at it?

Paint a big fucking
confession on the wall.

-It's called art
you dumb fuck.

-The art was just a front.

We were all there when
the fucking Black Dreidel

laid out the scam.

-Evening boys.

Looking to start
a collection or some trouble?

-You mind?
We're talking here.

-I do mind.
It's my fucking gallery.

Take it outside.

-Hey, why don't you give
us a second okay, lady.

-Reggie, when did people
start using "lady"

in the negative?

What's that about?
- Excuse me,

pardon me, it's my brother's
show, excuse me.

Oh my god,
will you look at this.

I feel like I'm one of
the Real Housewives.

Oh, you must be Patrice.

Oh honey, when Reggie
told me about this,

I couldn't believe it.

You're a saint, I tell you,

a goddamn
honest to fucking God saint.

-Holy shit, is that lasagna.
-Yes.

Reggie told me not to bring
anything, but I can't not.

I feel schmatte, you know.
Hope that's okay.

Although this feels more like
a cheese cube crowd to me.

-I'm just gonna...

-Take it to the office,
I love lasagna.

I'm not hungry now,
but I will be later.

-Patrice.
-Ah, so good to see you.

-You two ass-hats

aren't gonna ruin my
brother's big night are you?

-Leslie.

- Anyway,
as I was saying...

...sort of sexuality?

-I'll be right back.

-You're so fucking good.

Don't you feel awesome?
-Yeah.

-Hey, I got invited to a party
by some cool art kids.

I mean they're like 20,
but I told them

I'd bring the pharma.
So do you have any?

-I don't have anything on me.

-Can you get some,
I mean, you're a...

-I'm not a drug dealer.

-Oh really, then what
was all this about then?

I mean, did you and Gordon
like forget your cash cards?

-Patrice, Patrice,
I'm not a fucking artist

and I'm not
a fucking drug dealer.

-You don't get to say whether
or not you're an artist.

Other people get to say
whether or not

you're an artist.

It's when you make
people see something

they've never seen before,
I mean, what is this?

If you're not an artist
and you're not

a fucking
drug dealer, then what?

Are you a bank robber?
You're a bookmaker.

You break people's thumbs,
you fucking...

-Hmm.

-You?

-Best internship ever.

-What the fuck?
It was locked.

-Wouldn't fit
through the mail slot.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, okay.

-That you kill people or that
you used my gallery to help?

-That you had to know.

-That I found out?

Hmm?

I knew that money laundering
was a crime,

but it's a white collar,
country club,

tennis court, jail kind
of crime, but murder?

That's prison.

You didn't do nothing.

-What kind of idiot
is a front for a guy

who's own front
is selling bagels?

-Bialys.

-Really?

Gordon, I don't know.

He's really precious
about it all.

-Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck!

-Could you really tell from
my bags? What I do?

-Yeah, they're that good.

-Doesn't that mean that
you're that good too?

Okay, wait. But this one,
this one is my favorite.

It's hypnotic, right?

Bet that PR is worth more
than 10 grand a month, huh?

Here we go.

- Okay.

Nice.

- Are you
fucking kidding me?

- "Not since 1949's
Life Magazine article

which heralded
Pollack's drip period,

have we seen an artist
break out onto the scene

with such critical acclaim."

When asked about in--

-"...spiration for
the series, the gallerist

cryptically mentioned the Bagman

drawing from
personal experiences."

-Jesus fucking...

-Christ, there's more.

"The wondrous pieces
are emotionally complex,

yet accessible.

I, for one,
am eagerly anticipating

the next creation
by this young talent."

You made the fucking paper.

Not your name,

but those things you made
for Patrice's storefront.

This is big, Reg.

-When'd you start
getting the Times?

-I swiped it from that
yuppy down the block.

-You go find that motherfucking
Picasso wannabe asshole

and you bring him back here.

The show's over, fuckers!

- "...show's opening
culminated in

a hybrid performance that
dared to address

the combustible relationship
between artist and gallerist."

-Hmm.

-He's so hot too.

Like he's not usually my type,

but I couldn't help
but look at him.

Definitely not
the Sebastian Stone type,

I mean he wouldn't even
look me in the eyes.

Words getting out about
Sebastian, by the way...

- It wasn't
like I planned it.

It wasn't something
I wanted as a kid.

You know, I'm not
a psycho or anything.

I work with artists, trust me,
you're not a psycho.

-My sister got in trouble
a lot when we were kids.

Eventually she got in the junk
and it got bad, real bad.

She ran up this debt
to a drug dealer

who was this piece of shit
who worked for Andrei.

He wanted her to work it off.

-Oh god.

-So I went and
I found the guy.

I tried to work something out,
but this stubborn fuck,

we got into it...

and I ended him.

You know, you can't
just knock off

one of Andrei's
guys like that,

or he makes a call
and I go away forever.

Anyway, that's how they got me.

Now they got you too.

You got family?

-I have art.

-You have a favorite artist?

-Bas Jan Ader.

He died, actually,
while making art.

Got lost trying to cross
the Atlantic on a 12 foot boat.

-So that was his art,
just...getting lost.

-Conceptual art,
just an idea.

-Thanks, that was delicious.

-When I think about
my top life experiences,

I'm torn between

Walter De Maria's
The Lightning Field

and their clams casino.

Why did I let myself be
happy for 10 minutes?

-Hey, Reg.

-Look at you all out
and about being social,

though I can't say I pegged
the friend here as your type.

No offense, I like the gallery.

-Be a shame if...

-Something were to
happen to it, really?

-Wow, brains and
a mouth on this one.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

Anyway, Andrei and
Anton want to see you.

Both of you.

-Hey.
-Hands off.

- What the?

-Sorry.

-You have to make
every little thing

a kick in the nuts,
don't you?

All we wanted to do was talk.

-That's what we're
doing right now.

- You didn't really
have a choice now, did you?

-Fuck I didn't.

I didn't wanna cause a scene
in front of her place.

-Oh, but you want to be all
over the fricking newspaper?

-Well, technically his
expression is in the paper.

Not him.

But I-I-I think it's better for
an artist to remain anonymous.

-The Black Dreidel
says that maybe

you're no longer happy
working for me.

- No, I, um,

was just hoping that maybe
you and I were straight.

-Hm.

-The first time?

You did a great job.

And I told the Black Dreidel,
"That guy's talented,

he'll do very well for us."

And when a man is good at
his job, he doesn't leave.

Right?

Hmm.

You like lamb chops?

-Parmigiana.

- Parmigiana.

Americana.

I do the best chops
in New Jersey.

Absolutely the best.

-Glad I came.

-Now.

Here, we don't want
a starving artist, do we?

-Art dealer, actually,
but thank you.

-Good and loyal workers

become just like family
and family never leave.

Reggie...

he's family.

Black Dreidle, he's family too.

And you.

You're part of this family now.

-Salute.

-Salute.

- My god, Patrice,
where have you been?

- Not now.
- Okay, well I--

- Just--
- You are not

going to believe...
-One second.

Please, please,
Leslie, please.

-Oh.
I hope you don't mind.

Your assistant said it'd be
okay if I waited in here.

It's quite busy out there.

Welcome back, Patrice.

-Well, I have your article
to thank for it, so.

-You know, when you
didn't return my call,

I became rather curious.

So I decided to come in
and take a peek for myself.

-My apologies,

I've been dealing with
some developments.

-I bet, well,
you're clearly busy.

So I'll get right
to the point.

I would like to do a piece
on the Bagman.

-What particular day
of the week

would this article come out?

-Sunday, yes.

-I would love nothing
more than for you

to do an article on
the Bagman,

but what you've written
already is more than enough.

-Oh no, no,
that was just a review.

I'm referring to a full piece,
like a deeper exploration.

-Uh, it's a crazy time now with
the show and everything.

-It's the show that
I mean to explore.

-Oh, well I just...

I can't, sorry.

-You understand
that this would be

great exposure for you,
the gallery, the artist.

-Yes, we just don't
need any exposure.

-Do you understand what
you're doing right now?

-Yes.

-I mean, are you aware
that I could--

-I don't want your article!

Oh, Ms. Woods...

I am so fucking sorry. I--

-It's perfectly fine.

-You have no idea
how much I--

-Patrice, listen, that
was completely unexpected,

but it was honest,
so you know what?

I'm gonna be honest in return.

I'm not used to being told no.

-I hear it all the time.

-And I gotta warn you,
when I hear no,

it makes me want
something even more.

-He has other opportunities
for him.

-Did we not just have this
conversation a few nights ago?

Andrei not only has things
in his walk-in freezer

with four legs,
some have only two.

-He doesn't wanna
do it anymore, Gordon.

-And I don't wanna walk
down Christopher Street

and be whistled at,

but sure as God made little
green apples, it happens.

-What could we give or
get Andrei to let us go?

-Nothing!

How clear do I have
to make this to you?

Does he have to pull
his knife on you again

to make this any clearer?

-There's always something.

-He's not going to
let you out of this.

Either of you.

You're both too valuable, man.

-We need to give him
something that's more valuable.

-What, you think she can get
The MET to launder his money?

-What about a red file?

-Oh, a golden meatball.

So now we're doing
Day of the Jackal.

You're gonna punch
the Pope's ticket?

-Gordon, you always
looked out for me

and I cannot tell you how
much I appreciate that.

But these guys would
just as soon shoot us

as scratch their fucking nuts.

I have no life.

All I do is what
these assholes want.

And all of a sudden,
in walks her and she offers me

a chance at a new life,

one I would've never would
fucking dreamed of.

I gotta try to take this.
-What the fuck was that?

Your "I Have A Dream" speech?

Listen to me, bubi, not all
of us get to have a dream.

-What's the Yiddish
word for myopic?

Jesus, Gordon!
What's a red file?

-It's, you know,
unkillable people

you know, sex traffickers,
kingpins.

-People nobody can get to,
but everybody wants taken out.

- Drug dealer,
drug maker.

-Politician or Wall Street.

-Rich and powerful men who
aren't exactly Boy Scouts,

but, you know,
people you don't know

and people
you don't want to know.

-Truly horrific people?

-Mmm!

- So glad
you finally called me.

-Hi.

-I'll do a Dobel tequila
on the rocks

with a piece of lime, please.

Listen, between us,

when that whole Sebastian Stone
drama was going down,

everyone thought
you were nuts.

Not me, I always knew you
were a talented dark horse.

-Your discerning eye is
graciously appreciated.

-Tell me about the Bagman,
I need to know everything.

-Well I have this really
make or break moment

with him and with the whole
world suddenly watching.

-It is imperative

I help you
find just the right collector.

-Well, he's non-traditional
and the piece

is personal to him.

So personal, in fact,
that he insists

on meeting the collector first.

-Of course, and by the way,

I love outsider artists,
that raw talent

uninhibited by the form
that grad schools demand.

I want one.

-Ha.

Yeah, I have to warn you,

there's a darkness present
in his work and it's in him too.

He's not afraid to show it.

-He shouldn't be.

I love darkness.

All the serious collectors
appreciate it too.

-I would love to be able
to tell my artist

who's interested.

-They all are.

If I tell them to be.

I know a certain someone
who would appreciate

the Bagman more than most.

-Give me a name.

-I'd love to.

But you should see these
NDAs I've had to sign.

They make you fear
for your own life.

These men take their privacy
very seriously.

-Men like Yuri Yvanivich,
or your friend, Ahmad?

Does the Ukrainian arms
dealer or his buddies

know that you share their
Instagram pages with everyone?

I wonder what the NDAs
would say about that.

She'll have another.

- And here's
the hit parade.

Any name on that list
will do, nothing less.

-It's a lot of Russian,
Chinese.

-Sounds promising.

-These guys have
serious protection.

We're never gonna get close.

-You're worried
about that now?

-What if I did like five
of my usual guys

instead of the red file?

-This is not some fuckin'
Chinese takeout menu

where you get two from
column A, three from column--

-Did anyone
get a chance to

take a look at
today's specials?

And closing a red file for free?

It's ambitious proposal,
even for the Black Dreidel.

- Black Dreidel.

But to me it sounds
like bullshit.

Roman Rashnikov,

we'll take him out on
December 10th

between 12 and four in Miami.

- You get that
son of a bitch, Rashnikov.

And I'll give you anything.

Anything.

- What in the hell
is going to make

one of the most
targeted men in Russia

leave his super
secret secure compound

and come hang out
with your ass?

-Stick to your bagels, Gordy.

-Bialys, they're fucking bialys.

Let me tell you.
-I know what I'm doing Gordy.

-And what is that?

-We're gonna show him
what he can't have and

he is gonna want it even more.

-If we don't pull this off,

there's gonna be contracts on us
with every head hunter in town.

-When we pull this off,

you're gonna be more famous
than Bas Jan Ader.

-Will you stop
with that bullshit?

Rashnikov is one of
the richest men in Russia

who buys utility companies

the way you buy those
goddamn pretzels.

And you know where he's gonna
be in a month and a half?

-Maxine, hi.

-Who the fuck is Maxine?
-Patrice Capullo.

- The lady
in the kimono.

-What--who the fuck's that?

-She's an art critic.

-An art critic.

-Do you listen to anything?

-I listen to you all the time.

-Okay, she wants
to do a piece on me.

-Oh la-di-da.
-That'll make a splash.

-Oh-ho! You wanna make a splash?

Wait till Andrei fits you
with these cement shoes

and tosses your
ass in the Hudson.

- It's the Super Bowl
of the art world.

For a few days in each year,

galleries from all over
the world come together

under one roof to
show off their best work.

Hey, Doug.

And for dealers, it's a chance
to meet major collectors

that might never
come to your gallery.

Oh, Evan, I loved the show.

And for us, well,
we're here for other reasons.

Anika.

-Patrice.

-Why deli bags?

-It's just what I use mostly.

-The everyday, the benign,

the invisibility
of utilitarianism.

-The bags,
they get the job done.

-Your prices are quite high
for an emerging artist.

And, you know, while there's
a long wait list for the work,

I can't seem to find anyone
who actually owns one.

-I, for one, applaud collectors
who buy art for art's sake,

not just for tax write-offs
and social bragging.

I completely agree,

too bad they're so rare.

So, the million-dollar
question:

What's next for the Bagman?

-Nothing.

-Taking time to
enjoy your success?

-Nah, I, uh,

just don't wanna
make art anymore.

-As a dealer, the business
part of me is heartbroken.

But as an art lover,
I couldn't be more impressed

by the honesty and
integrity of this artist.

-So this is really
the last works

we're going to see
from the Bagman?

-He's going to unveil
one last piece

the day after tomorrow,
three PM, right here.

But I wanna be discreet about it
so that people experience

the work and aren't
influenced by the fact

that the market thinks
he's hot right now.

-I completely understand

and I'll be discreet.

-Patrice, Mae Li here,
good news,

Roman definitely
wants the piece.

Bad news, he's not sure
about the meet and greet,

but he's willing to
pay triple the price.

Ahhh!

- Hi, Mae Li,

three PM tomorrow
or the deal is off.

-None of his bags
are for sale?

-The artist doesn't wanna
present the work

as a commodity.

-The review did
a wonderful job

of conveying
the power of the piece.

And I'm not afraid to tell you

I have not been that
turned on in years.

And this is Miami.

-Come on, not even
an early sketch?

-The earlier pieces
are already with

collectors I'm afraid.

-You led us to believe there
would be work available to us.

-I'm just as upset
as you are.

-What about the pieces
you brought here?

-Exhibition only, I'm afraid.

-Not even for an old friend?

-I do have a new work
for sale,

I'm just not exhibiting
it till tomorrow.

Tomorrow--Tomorrow--
Tomorrow at three.

Accompanied by
a live performance.

-I'll take it.
-We'll take it.

-I'll take it.

-It's yours, meet me at
the VIP tent after the show.

I'll have a car waiting.

-We've hit a problem.

Anton.

-You said this thing was
gonna be a really big deal

full of billionaires.

There's barely anybody here.

-Today and tomorrow
are VIP screenings only.

It's not open to
the public yet.

-Where's Reg? I wanna make
sure he's not skippin' town.

And you two do what you
said you were gonna do.

-Will you keep your
voice down? Okay?

Everything's organized.

Just let Reggie
and I do our thing.

-Which is what?

I'll see you tomorrow.

You really think you're gonna
make it to Cuba in that?

-It's the best Gordon
could do on short notice.

I mean it has to.

-Whatever happens,
whatever everybody says,

we're just making art.

It's all the dealers
are gonna think.

-Never really had an
audience before, you know?

- Oh.

-What's this?

-Artist cut and
our legitimacy.

-Alibi.

Thank you.

But you know,
if we pull this off,

that's a pretty big fucking if,

doesn't mean that you're gonna
be free of Anton and Andrei.

-What are we gonna
do about Anton?

What?

-He wants to be here.

Well, that puts him here.

Think about it.

He's not supposed to
be here, but I am.

I'm the artist.

-I'm glad to hear
you finally admit it.

-Right, so if he's here,
we should put him to work.

-To work?

Hmm.

- Hi, Patrice,
got your message.

We're on our way.

Roman is so excited.

- Patricia,
Patricia my card.

- We must
speak with you.

- Dr. and
Mrs. Galvinson.

-We're willing to cover
all fabrication costs.

-Oh!

-Hey Siri, text Patrice Capullo
we've arrived.

-I've just spoken with
Art News, Art Forum,

Art in America,

and they'll all syndicate
to global press.

-I'm definitely
interested in that.

-Well, if it's about
financial compensation--

-Thank you.

Thank you everyone for
your interest and support.

I'm looking forward to talking
to you after the performance.

- Patrice.

May I introduce
Mr. Roman Rashnikov.

-Mr. Rashnikov, welcome.

Your support for
artists is well known,

as well as your impressively
immeasurable collection.

This is my assistant, Leslie.

-Assistant?

-I've been telling Roman
about your recent

show in New York

and he's so excited at
this opportunity to add--

-I'm sure you are,
but I have to warn you,

this new piece is not
for everyone's taste.

-I'm sure I'll be able
to handle it, honey.

-Hmm.

-He's so funny.

-Hilarious.

-Patrice, I can
assure you definitively

that Mr. Rashnikov is
the most deserving person

of the Bagman's work.

-Hmm. Leslie,

while Mr. Rashnikov and
the Bagman speak,

why don't you take Mae Li

down to the storage
to see the new piece.

-Ohh.

-The new piece?

-Yes, it's on
the shelf in a case.

-Um, okay, follow me.

-I can't wait to see it.

-Mr. Rashnikov, the Bagman.

-Finally, men speak.

So tell me...

-Wasn't she in
his other video?

Where did you study?

-Fucking leeches,
these dealers.

- I'm self-taught...

been honing my craft
for years.

-I enjoy...

how your work
comes from shadows.

Places that most people
find discomfort in.

Mae Li doesn't always
have a good eye

for what intrigues me,
but not this time.

Is this it?

-Not yet.

-What does the work mean?

-Truth.

What is more important
than the truth?

See, I'm finally
allowing the world

to see a part of me that
had been hidden for years.

-Which part?

Tell me.

Which part?

-The dark part.

-Oh my god.

-What the fuck happened?

-She out-muscled Anton.

-Oh, that's bullshit, pussy.

-Pussy? Looks like you needed
a fucking step ladder

to choke her out.
-Oh, fuck off.

-We're not gonna fit
two bodies in that crate.

- Figure it out.

-Sorry to keep you waiting.

When I told everyone
the Bagman wanted you

to have the piece,
they just snapped.

New money.

-Congratulations,
how would you like to pay?

- Oh yes,
of course.

This means so much to us.

-Oh, I'm so happy for you.

-Rest assured the work
will truly have a place

of honor in our collection.

-I'll throw in an Ed Ruscha
if you swipe the fucking card.

-Thank you, thank you.

-Be careful, you two.

-So, how'd it go?

-You were right, he's
the perfect man for the piece.

-Yeah, he just
about died for it.

- Amazing.

-This is the piece actually,

he wants you to ship
the address on the label

as soon as possible, like--

...right now.

- Oh, okay.

Where is Roman?

-He said he wanted to party.

-Dude's a party animal.

-Leslie, I left something
for you in the back room.

-Copy, on it Patrice.

-Oh, um, wait. Um.

Can--

Fuck.

Oh-ooh-kay.

Hello?

-Hmm.

-How do you think
Bas Jan Ader would feel

about Jimmy Buffet?

-Well, most people would
think he wouldn't like him,

but Bas Jan was an absurdist.

Good luck, Reggie.

Hey, yeah,

Grace freaked when she heard
about her first museum show.

Went on a four day rave.

-I don't know how
to forward a call.

So just put them on hold
and call for me or Patrice.

- Nice article in
the paper about your new digs.

- You reading
the art section now?

- Actually, I was
scanning the obituaries

for your name when
I ran across the article.

Congratulations kid.

Looks like you pulled it off.

- Well, well, well.

-Everybody knows you
got something on Anton.

Whatever it is, it's so good

his father hasn't made
you a permanent resident

of his walk-in freezer.

-What is that?

-An invoice.

For a piece I sold

to this nice wealthy couple
on the Upper West Side.

Or was it Chelsea?

It's a unique piece.

One of a kind really,

kind of like your
fingerprints, Anton.

-Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

- But Rashnikov
and his bodyguard,

they found his boat
floating in the sea

about 30 miles from Havana
and nobody in it.

Coast Guard says rough seas.

-Hmm.

-Cops got no body.

They got no case.

Too bad Reggie
wasn't so lucky.

-Hmm?
-Hmm.

Come on, kid,
where'd he disappear to?

-Maybe he needed
a mental health break.

-Don't bullshit
a bullshitter.

How'd you pull it off?

-Oh, and I'm kind of a big deal
in the art world again.

So if anything
should happen to me,

you'll find I have
just as many rich

and powerful friends as
you do.

And your chops...

they're a bit dry.

- Oy gevalt.

-Yeah, I gotta ask, what
the fuck's with the Yiddish?

-What, a Black man
can't speak Yiddish?

Williamsburg wasn't
always hipsters

and hemp seeds in the fifties.

- Today,
we bring you a story

involving a missing
Russian billionaire.

Some people say
his disappearance

is art imitating life.

And others say
it's life imitating...

murder.