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Pleasure to see you again, Shakey.

This is your last chance.

Don't screw up the delivery again.

The courier's name is Vincent.

From the airport, you will take a taxi to the corner

of Pearl and Fletcher.

Right on the corner is a martial arts gym.

Enter the martial arts gym from the back

and make sure no one sees you.

Inside of the locker room, there's a courier's bag.

Hide the painting inside of the bag

and then get out as fast as you can.

This is your last chance.

No more mistakes.

I'm all better now.

Narcolepsy's not a problem anymore.

I hope so, Shakey.

This package is worth a fortune.

Now this is a much more effective stance

for killing a man with a golf club,

which is completely different with the proper stance

with killing a man with a baseball bat.

Fuck off, man, I fucking paid for that fucking drink!

I can stay for as long as I fucking want!

Get out!

I'll kill all you fucking assholes!

Okay, let's assume that this is the golf club.

However, the handle's all wrong.

No, it's not wrong, it's the right way to kill him quick.

The key to a quick death is all in the stance.

Matter of balance, all right?

It's the angle, speed of the swing.

Not to mention all the different types of impact

and their effect.

We're talking a hit to the temple, to the jaw,

to the neck and so on.

I'm clear on the style and elegance in your swing,

and I do not doubt your technique.

I'm just saying one stroke won't kill your adversary.

It's gonna take a few strikes to finish him off.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

It's time. They're all here.

You don't believe me.

I have to tell you. Listen, I'll tell you.

Then he starts shooting in the yard

like some kind of cowboy.

He's not shooting, he's painting.

Well, the time of the Rubinos has come...

to the end.

Mary...

my condolences.

Michael, sorry for your loss.

May his memory be a blessing.

Jesus, what a tragedy.

He was a father to all of us.

Mikey, I've been talking to the elders.

They accept you as the new boss, but on one condition:

This Picasso artsy-fartsy painting thing of yours,

they just can't stomach it.

Try and understand.

To them, it just says... weakness.

Now promise me you're gonna stop, okay?

You wouldn't wanna make them angry.

No.

- My condolences, Michael. - Thank you.

Michael...

...today is your birthday,

and so I wanna show you something.

You see, Michael,

Marilyn is watching you.

She is the symbol of our empire, and our protector.

This painting is something else you will inherit from me.

One day it will be yours,

along with everything else that is mine.

It's time.

Give the courier a nice welcome.

This is a security announcement.

Please do not...

Um...

Manhattan it is, sir.

I know where it is, I will drive over there.

Let's move it, please. Let's go!

A gentle breeze, a hammock,

the sound of the waves.

I deliver it, and then I go home.

I deliver it, and then I go, yeah.

Can you go faster, please.

Faster, faster.

- Faster, go faster. - What?

Faster! Faster!

What the fuck! What's going on?

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

Get the fucking out from my taxi!

Get out!

- Move it, move it! - Okay, okay.

Now the word "shuriken"

literally means "hidden hand blade."

It was originally designed to distract during combat

and for the most part used by Samurai.

Now, let's get back to our martial arts star,

one of the greatest fighters in the world...

...using non-telegraphic moves in perfect balance...

Look, this gallery is my entire future.

It's opening in two weeks.

I don't care if you've gotta go to the head of the fund.

I want that money now.

Hello?

Fuck.

I went by the bank. Here.

I took out the last of it, but, John, we're in the red.

Place the painting inside of the bag

and then get out as fast as you can.

You mean I shouldn't wait for the money?

These are your instructions.

Please don't argue.

This package is worth a fortune.

This is your last chance. No mistakes.

I would like to buy one of your gym bags.

Fucking psycho, man? Get the fuck out!

Fuck off, man! I fucking paid for that fucking drink!

I can stay for as long as I fucking want!

Go on, get out!

I'll kill you all, you fucking assholes!

Okay, let's assume that this is the golf club.

However, the handle's all wrong.

No, it's not wrong.

It's the right way to kill him quick.

The key to a quick death is all in the stance.

It's a matter of balance, all right?

It's the angle, speed of the swing.

All right, one huevos rancheros.

- And your fork, sir. - Thank you.

We're talking a hit to the temple, to the jaw,

to the neck, and so on.

You never had huevos rancheros before?

Don't they got Mexicans where you're from?

Very few.

You know what? They coming, homie.

Yeah.

And they taking all your worst jobs.

What brings you to New York?

Work.

Ah, man, can't be easy being away from family.

Yeah, yeah.

Got any kids?

Yes.

A girl.

Wow, must be proud.

Yes, I am.

Enjoy that, man.

Whiskey.

Best whiskey in town.

You hate me, hence you're the only one I can trust.

Everyone in New York has a problem.

Yeah.

- I don't know how to thank you. - Save it.

I gotta go.

Let me ask you something, Johnny.

You sleep through the night?

No, no. No, no. Please, please.

Where is it?

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

Give me the package now.

- Huh? - I don't know. I don't know.

Freeze, police.

Finish him.

The fuck!

All the worst jobs.

Come on.

Welcome to America.

Let's go after them.

It's authentic.

Hello.

I'm... I'm calling on behalf

of the Erwin Panofsky Museum.

I'd like to express our heartfelt condolences.

Your father was a generous man.

We would have preferred thanking him in person

for his last donation, of course, but...

What painting are you talking about?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

The Mario Schifano.

Mario Schifano's "Coca-Cola."

Not Mario Schifano's "Coca-Cola" too.

What a fucking asshole!

You've got one of the biggest collections in the city.

What are you getting so worked up about?

You know how bad Nazi soldiers are, right?

Good.

Now imagine not just an ordinary Nazi,

but a fucking Nazi general.

A fucking ruthless assassin trained to command

thousands of other fucking ruthless Nazi assassins.

Picture the most evil motherfucker you can think of,

and I will tell you the real-life story

of how this evil motherfucker put his life at stake

for a fucking bridge.

You follow me?

No.

During the Second World War, the Anglo-American troops

had invaded Southern Italy, and they were marching up north

and passing through Tuscany.

So Hitler gave the order to bomb

all the bridges in Florence to stop the advancing army.

But he failed to take into account the power of art.

What do bridges have to do with anything?

Our ruthless Nazi general was in charge of Florence.

He carried out the order to bomb all the bridges in the city,

but when he got to Ponte Vecchio,

the beauty,

the fucking beauty of the bridge cast a spell on him.

The only bridge in the world with shops and homes...

a Renaissance masterpiece...

and he stopped.

He chose to disobey a direct order from the Fuhrer,

do you understand?

A crazy thing to do, suicidal,

capable of changing the outcome of the entire war.

And that day...

that general decided not to block

the enemy advance...

for a fucking work of art.

Why did he care so much about that fucking bridge?

You don't understand.

Because he understood the value

a 500-year-old bridge in Tuscany had...

for all mankind.

A mirror can show you your face,

but art can show you your soul.

That's the power,

that's the value of art.

But how valuable could it be possibly be?

Fuck the "Coca-Cola."

That's just another way my father screwed me.

But trading away the Pink Marilyn...

that's my inheritance.

My father promised it to me, and I want it back...

because it's mine.

You never told me what you think.

Your paintings?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

There's been a setback.

The Dead Rockstars Diner was a fucking bloody shit show.

Five shot dead.

Slick Jake and Billy were killed.

Who did it?

Still don't know.

We think others were there waiting,

others who knew about the painting.

My father, your grandfather,

came back after a long day in the coal mines.

He was a big man, feared by everyone.

That day, his face was completely black.

All I could see were his eyes

and his large hands,

and he was holding a knife.

And I saw there was blood on it.

He had killed a man, understand.

When we came to America on my birthday,

my father gave me that knife and told me...

"The dog licking your hand

can't see the knife you are hiding in the other."

In that moment, I felt that the power of steel

and the honor of being a Rubino.

Your grandfather created our empire with that knife.

And so I am giving you the very same knife.

Enough with the crayons.

And now, the courier is nowhere to be found.

You're gonna be nowhere to be found too

if you don't bring me the Pink Marilyn right away.

Tell me the truth, John.

Those men were there for you, weren't they?

They were looking for some guy.

All those people who were killed.

Yesterday, they were humdrum people.

Today, everybody's calling them heroes.

Better alive than a hero.

Mmm.

What about the gallery?

I got a plan.

You keep playing it cool like it's nothing.

You have a gift. You're the best...

Look.

You're gonna have to trust me.

I'm dealing with Lord Morgan.

He's out of our lives forever.

The gallery is gonna work.

I'm doing all this for us.

I'll come back for you, you know I will.

Hey.

Thanks.

Open your eyes, John.

Open your eyes.

One, the first thing is my name, John.

Two, the second thing is her eyes.

And three...

her smile.

One, the first thing is my name, John.

Two, the second thing is her eyes.

Three, her smile.

And four...

the smell of toast in the morning.

I will not

feel this pain.

You're a great forger, Johnny,

but you sold your fake to the wrong guy.

I count the punches.

I taste my blood.

I am crying.

Yes, I am crying.

I might faint.

I might die.

I will resist.

Okay, okay, okay. Let's go.

Eat shit and die.

Eat shit and die.

He's here.

Please, Mr. Rubino, don't hurt me.

My Marilyn...

she's coming home to me today.

She's like a woman who's cheating on you.

She always knows when she has to show up.

Days of death are over now.

I will be reborn with art.

Sit down.

I don't know anything.

I'm just a courier.

Fixing die.

Come here, little parrot.

Fixing die.

Ohh!

Wheezing.

Boss?

Boss?

Boss, you okay?

How you feeling, New York!

Yeah. Yeah, okay, yeah.

May I use the phone?

And a vodka shot, please.

You got it, kid.

All right, all right, let's stand back, folks.

There he is.

- Hey, John, just one photo. - Before you go in!

This way, pal.

- Hey, John! - Just one photo!

I heard about that.

A new, new artist I've been hearing about.

Bravo.

Fuck off.

I've gotta talk to you.

What's on your face?

Don't ask.

A pleasure to see you again, Shakey.

This is your last chance.

Don't screw up the delivery again.

Yep.

You mean...

I shouldn't wait for the money.

These are your instructions.

- Please don't argue. - Yes.

The package is in transit.

Oh, fuck!

Cut. Fuck it!

I'm sorry. Uh... it wasn't my fault.

That fuck-up, he messed up again.

It's just I'm having a mo...

Can-can someone... can you take me down, please?

Do we have it? I don't know.

I'm sorry, maestro.

It wasn't my fault, the wire, it-it, uh...

You're fired.

I'm not... just... one more...

can I get another chance here?

- One more shot? - You're fired.

And this is the last one.

It's from Jack's Neon Signs.

They promised the front sign

would be installed and working tonight.

Hey.

I know, I know. I...

I didn't know where else to go.

How you doing?

Being alone is excellent company.

Look, I can see that you're pretty busy,

so I'm gonna cut to the chase, all right. I...

Mm-hmm?

I need some money.

It's just a loan, just to...

Get out of here.

You know...

risking my fucking life for my brother

was not a part of the deal.

Step-brother.

I'm sorry, John.

Please forgive me, all right? I fucked up.

Yeah.

It's just a loan. It's a loan.

I promise you.

You're out of luck.

I don't have anything.

Yeah, wait.

Okay, I'm gonna see what I can do.

Meet me at the Dead Rockstars Diner in an hour.

And, Vinny, this is the last time.

Yeah.

After this, you're on your own.

Okay, thanks.

Empty your mind,

be formless, shapeless like water.

Now, you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup.

You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle.

You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot.

The water can flow or it can crash.

Be water, my friend.

Hey.

Vinnie, you're late with your gym fees.

You know that I'm good for it, I'm gonna pay you.

Listen, can we talk in private for a second?

I got a little bit of a...

You must close your eyes

and feel with your inner eye.

I'm fine with my eyes open, thank you very much.

Listen, I got a problem.

- Dizzy spells, I know. - Yeah.

Dizzy means you must find your balance.

Eyes closed is the key.

- You must try and try again. - Right.

Your body must develop eyes,

your hands must become eyes.

You understand?

Not really.

This is profound teaching.

Practice you must, with your eyes closed.

Thank you, Sensei.

I went by the bank, here.

I took out the last of it, but John we're in the red.

Do you want me to take it to Vincent, or...?

No, I'll go.

Okay, tomorrow Mr. Yang is confirmed.

Holy fucking shitballs.

Oh my God.

Whoo! Oh, my God!

Whoo! Yes!

Congrats, John.

Thank you.

- See you later. - Yeah.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah.

- Are you hurt? - No.

Okay.

So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?

I just couldn't take it anymore.

It's been going on for years.

Have you ever risked everything for someone?

Huh?

So what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?

It's been quite a day.

Empty your mind.

Be formless, shapeless...

like water.

May I?

I'll be right with you, Frank.

I'm sorry, this is a restricted area of the museum,

and no visitors are allowed.

I imagined you older.

Yesterday, on the phone.

Oh, you're Tony Rubino's son.

I'm sorry.

My mind is elsewhere with all the new paintings.

Your Schifano is one of them.

Right, the Schifano.

To tell you the truth, I'm here for another painting.

Surely a person dealing with Cezannes and Michelangelos

will have no problem with a minor artist.

I need a professional opinion.

Let me see.

The style is crude, primitive.

The paint was thrown onto the canvas with great force.

And these holes. Bullets.

Yeah, .39 caliber.

So, it isn't worth anything, then?

Conceptual, Duchamp.

Polysemy, breaking off from convention.

The canvas is cut like a Fontana,

nothing we haven't seen before.

Got it. I won't buy it, then.

But this work goes beyond

what the others have done in the past.

It's new. Powerful.

No doubt about it, it's a good investment.

- Seriously? - Mm-mm, yeah.

Even better if it's a young painter.

It will be worth even more in a few years.

I did it.

I told you I wanted an objective opinion

without any bias.

Your father must have appreciated your talent.

Just the opposite.

Fontana, Picasso.

These were great artists for my father.

Painting...

I hid that side of me from him.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind me asking something indiscreet?

What do you say you stop hiding?

I'm curating my first exhibition. We open tomorrow.

I would like you to be part of it.

There was an artist. He was a drunk.

Had no effect on his talent, but he was a well-known drunk

and a famous artist of his time.

One day, the emperor called this painter to the palace

for a competition.

He was anxious to meet this elusive painter

that everyone had been talking about.

And where was he?

He was late because he's a drunk.

Eventually the doors to the chamber opened up

and in staggered this shlumpy, scruffy, unkempt little man.

As you can see in 500 years, we don't change that much.

The man entered the room, and underneath his arm,

he had a roll of rice paper, brushes in one hand

and in the other, three chickens...

dangling by their feet.

Just like you are now, the court burst out laughing,

but the painter paid them no mind

and set about his work.

He unrolled the rice paper,

picked up one of his brushes,

and began to paint it blue.

You're crazy.

There's an audience full of people.

I don't care.

Hey, promise me this is forever.

The emperor watched closely as the painter

picked up the chickens,

dipped them in yellow and red paint,

and then had them scuttle about on the rice paper

one by one.

And when he was done, he turned to the emperor

and announced:

"Maple Leaves on the Yellow River in Autumn."

The crowd burst into applause.

The emperor rose to his feet in awe

and declared this painter the champion of the competition.

Nothing is what it seems.

The artist is the madman, the drunk, the genius.

Art and life are like the story.

A story within a story.

A dream within a dream.

John, you're my dream!

You're my dream!

He wasn't painting for fun.

he was painting because he had no choice.

Humans need to create art.

Not for fun, not by chance...

but because we must.

We have no other choice because this...

is what makes us human.

Now...

who wants to know how this painting was stolen?

Can I call you back?

I was waiting for you for two hours, where are you?

Fuck.

You can't even call to tell me, right?

The mayor's wife sent flowers.

She's quite excited about our opening.

And there's a man who said he's an old friend.

Have him wait in the lab.

He's already in there, making himself at home.

Olivia, would you take an hour off?

Okay.

- John. - Mm-hmm.

More bills.

What do you want me to do?

I'm on it.

Hello, Lord Morgan.

It's a great day.

This is a fantastic place.

Must have cost you a lot.

Let me guess, you snatched the financing

from some arrogant trust fund kid.

Or is that just a vicious rumor?

You know, I've been told that you're still affected

by the numerous misfortunes you've had to weather

during your long career.

It's almost as if your face was mistaken for a punching bag.

People love to talk, you know.

They even make up stories and they say all kinds of things.

I hear, you know, that you've gone crazy.

You're convinced that you'd become so powerful

that you can open up your own gallery

without even coming to me

and say a single word to me about it.

And so you ran right over.

Actually, I thought of you because I had a feeling,

a feeling I haven't had for a very, very long time.

Somebody gave me something, something of great value,

something very beautiful.

And I realized that what I really need from you

is your opinion.

I took the liberty of putting it on the easel

right over there.

Italian Futurism, 1939.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know all the classic themes of Futurism and machines

and motors and explosions

and the roar of machine guns and all that, yeah.

The brush stroke corresponds.

You can almost hear the deafening noise

of the plane's propeller engine.

Signature corresponds.

Look at how the buildings almost explode.

They're all blowing up around the pilot

who's overwhelmed by the thrill of the tilt.

Date corresponds, subject is typical of Crali.

Fantastic.

I'm sure the original's a masterpiece, Sam,

but this is a fake.

Crali used paints made in the 1920s.

They were made by Lechler Paint Company of Lake Como.

In point of fact, the same paints as Picasso used.

The paints used here were made by Shiva Oil Paint of Wisconsin.

They didn't start making paint till 1941.

Well, Johnny, you just saved me a shitload of money.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

How are you gonna put it on the market?

I mean, you're having a big meeting

with the Chinese investors.

Now you are aware that I don't do that anymore.

Well, I mean, I've heard that you're going around

with some Goody Two-Shoes

who thinks she can drag the devil into paradise.

And I don't think she realizes that the whole thing

you're playing is a rigged game.

Now, let me get straight to the point.

You see, your investors have asked me

to do a risk assessment of the gallery,

and it turns out to them that it's too much of a risk.

Too much of a risk... or just not worth it to you?

The problem isn't the gallery.

There's no easy way to say it,

so I'll get straight to the point: They're pulling out.

They want their money back, and they want their money

in 48 hours, John.

Out of the question.

You think about it.

Fuck.

Mr. Kaplan.

Cancel all my appointments for today.

I know it's not a good moment, John,

but Sarah's here.

- Fuck! - She's waiting for you.

- Mr. Kaplan. - Hey, not now!

I'm sorry, not now.

No more excuses!

No more excuses! No more excuses!

No more excuses!

No more excuses! No more excuses!

Hi.

Have you been drinking?

Come on.

Look, Lord Morgan just pulled the plug.

- If I don't figure it out... - Him again.

I know, Sarah.

You and your promises.

I'm sorry.

Look...

Always an excuse ready.

Your pretty words are not enough anymore.

I understand.

I don't want to be understood.

Okay, I'm listening.

I'm tired.

I can't take this anymore.

- We have no future, John. - Oh, come on.

- It's over. - No, it isn't.

I'd like you...

Shit! Wait here.

Hey, what the fuck?

...to move your stuff out.

Down with the man! Down with the man!

Hey. Hey!

Down with the man!

Down with the man!

Down with the man! Down with the man!

Sarah! Sarah!

Come on.

Down with the man! Down with the man!

We're gonna bury the old guy,

and then we're gonna send Michael to join him.

I'll take him and Mary out to dinner at Rudy's

after the funeral.

All right. And we'll take care of the rest.

Okay, we'll...

we'll come by Rudy's later for dinner.

Thank you, Donnie.

Done.

He don't suspect a thing.

To a new beginning.

Deliver us from the shivers of darkness.

Fill the bitter emptiness of the lonely

with friends and loved ones.

Snuff out the embers of nostalgia in voyagers' hearts.

And forsake us not in the dark of night.

Michael, the dog licking your hand

can't see the knife you are hiding in the other.

In that moment, I felt the power of steel

and the honor of being a Rubino.

Empty your mind.

Be formless, shapeless like water.

You put water in a cup, it becomes the cup.

You put water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle.

You put water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot.

Water can flow, or it can crash.

Be like water, my friend.

Powerful people from every century,

from every part of the world, have even gone to the length

of killing to obtain a masterpiece.

Tell me, Katie, do you know how the Louvre was founded?

Napoleon stole hundreds of statues and artwork

from Egypt and Rome, put it all in a building,

and called it the Louvre.

But the point is... why?

Why?

The same reason you're here.

Art is the most valuable thing you can possess.

Napoleon needed art from previous empires

to give weight and status

to the brand-new empire he was building.

But to build your empire, Michael, you need money.

And a lot too.

You've always been fairly well compensated,

as far as I can recall.

Indeed.

As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward

to working with you again.

Mmm.

So what is it?

A painting of mine that was wrongfully taken from me.

Andy Warhol's "Pink Marilyn."

I want you to find it and bring it back to me.

Like old times?

Like old times.

Same price?

Double.

I'll let you know as soon as I find something.

Does this bag...

mean anything to you?

Nope, what is it?

I'm taking up martial arts...

so I can pound the shit out of whoever stole my painting.

Hello, neighbor.

- Hey. - Going in or going out?

In.

How about going out instead?

Maybe some other time.

Come on, it's a secret gig...

and I really wanna pay you back.

So you coming?

Yes.

♪ Mirror on the wall ♪

♪ Will we rise or fall? ♪

♪ It's a miracle ♪

♪ It's a beautiful thing ♪

♪ It's so magical how you make my heart sing ♪

♪ Am I wastin' time ♪

♪ Looking for the sun ♪

♪ Where do we go from here ♪

♪ It's not really clear how ♪

♪ Such a winding growth ♪

♪ I just need to know now ♪

♪ But you're hanging out a sign ♪

♪ Getting lost in American night ♪

♪ And I'm waking up to find ♪

♪ Well, I'm falling ♪

♪ I keep falling ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ For you ♪

I've always heard about these secret gigs,

but I always thought they were one of New York's urban legends.

So, we'll short break right now,

but we'll hang around for the next guest.

Cheers.

You made art sexy.

You did.

- No, I didn't. - You made it rock and roll.

The stories you tell and the things you write,

they make people wanna live in this world,

and they don't even care if it's true or not.

How dare you!

I'm sor... I'm sorry.

I'm joking.

Wow.

What do you say we get out of here.

Okay.

Holy is art, holy is the adventure,

holy is Giotto tinged with gold

while the people were starving to death.

Holy is Allen Ginsberg who recites the Kaddish

for his dead mother.

Holy is Pier Paolo Pasolini

who projects The Gospel According to St. Matthew

on his shirt.

Holy is Marco Polo, the explorer,

at the court of the Kublai Khan.

Holy are the cloistered monks who chopped

and then ground gold with salt

to extract the precious pigments.

I am me, and I am the painting, and I am the gaze.

I am the canvas, white, stretched,

forced down onto wood by nails,

and I'm the color on the canvas.

No wonder Time magazine published this, John.

It's amazing.

Yeah.

Sarah.

Sarah!

- Fuck. - Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah! God, Sarah!

Come back!

I'm sorry!

It's a difficult time.

It's okay. I have to go anyway.

Yeah.

Here you are. Thank God, I couldn't find you.

What happened? You look awful.

Thank you.

Do you want me to go on with you?

No. Don't ever let me do this again.

Mr. Yang.

Finally.

I'm sorry for being late.

Are you a man of your word, Mr. Kaplan?

Mr. Yang, my client is a very reserved person.

He doesn't like to waste time.

Neither do I.

In China we say, "A journey of 1,000 miles

begins with a single step."

Lao Tzu.

Mr. Yang, my client is willing to sell you

a very exclusive piece at a negotiated price.

Italian Futurism.

The piece currently resides in a safety deposit box

of a numbered account in Switzerland.

Thank you, Olivia.

Mr. Yang.

What's the procedure?

May I?

Mr. Yang.

The piece my client is willing to sell you

is officially listed as... missing.

Therefore... there are some formalities.

I'll make the arrangements today.

- I've been thinking... - Mm-hmm?

...about your proposal concerning the gallery.

Forgive me, Mr. Yang, my gallery is no longer for sale.

What if I told you I was intending

to open another two John Kaplan galleries in China?

I would have to tell you that I have

two more offers on the table.

Mr. Kaplan, I just bought

a very beautiful painting from you.

You wouldn't wanna be impolite now, would you?

Mr. Yang.

This is my final offer.

Still feel like showing me your paintings?

Mr. Yang is a man of his word.

- Thank you. - Cheers.

Cheers to you.

I knew you'd do it even this time.

Not yet.

I'm gonna call Lord Morgan.

- I'll run to the back. - Please.

Come on.

Hey!

Hey, I got it.

What the hell was that?

John.

Here you are fucking me over again.

How you are feeling, New York?

Mr. Kaplan. John, over here, just one shot.

Mr. Kaplan, just one photo.

- Over here, man. - Just one quick shot.

One more, over here, pal.

It's very unique.

Another round?

I'm not sure we'll find him here.

There's no doubt in my mind.

Let's go look.

Cheers.

- Bravo. - Fuck off.

I've gotta talk to you.

What's on your face?

Don't ask.

Sarah.

To the woman who made this all happen.

John, this is the artist...

Michael Rubino.

You will be hearing a lot about him.

Pleasure.

The pleasure's mine, Mr. Rubino.

One more.

Fred, give me a vodka on ice.

Wow.

Give me one.

Shakey.

- This is a great show. - John.

Could you excuse me for a moment.

You son of a bitch. I don't want any part

of your fuckin' dirty business, all right?

What the fuck are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

The thing you put in my bag, all right?

Stop screwing with me.

- So... - Crystal.

What's the difference between American and night?

You'll have to find that out yourself.

I like it.

What the fuck. Hey!

That's the guy from the diner, let's go!

Son of a bitch!

Where is the painting?

Fuck.

Meet me in the parking lot.

Bastard, where's the painting?

Oh my God.

- Hey! - There they are.

Let's go.

Sorry.

Let's go, let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Who the fuck was that?

We're gonna be filthy rich.

Oh my God!

Who the fuck are you?

Shit.

Are you guys all right?

Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?

You shouldn't be driving drunk.

You shouldn't be driving drunk.

Wake up, come on.

Stupid Shakey, come on, let's get you out of here.

Pleasure to see you again, Shakey.

Bitch.

You're telling me that you had nothing to do with this?

How did you get this?

Hell, I don't know how this fucking got into my bag.

Believe me.

- Who... - Hey.

Thanks.

Hi.

Is it authentic?

Is it worth a lot?

Well, I know someone willing to pay a fortune for it.

Oh, yeah?

Just look at her eyes.

She looks like she's just had her brains fucked out.

Yeah, if you ask me, it looks like a 5-year-old

could have done it.

But I want a bigger cut 'cause I found it, all right?

Now, is it worth a lot?

- Yes. - Yes.

I know two things for certain.

Yeah?

The painting is real...

and someone's trying to set me up.

Here.

Michael. What, are you crazy?

- What, are you stupid? - I demand an explanation.

Let go of her right away.

We were all just following your orders, boss.

She knows everything about the painting.

It's true. Last night we saw her boyfriend leave,

and Katie was there too.

Sarah.

John, don't listen to them.

Meet us at noon outside Judy's Bar and Grill.

Bring Marilyn, and we won't hurt her.

Sarah.

Katie?

I can help you,

I know who took Sarah.

Who is this?

Yeah, who is this?

Sarah!

John?

Sarah! Sarah!

John!

- Sarah! - John!

What's going on here? What's happening?

John.

He's got a gun.

No, don't hurt my baby!

He's over there.

John! John!

- Sarah! - John!

Sarah!

John! John!

Sarah!

Sarah! Sarah!

He's upstairs. Where'd he go, where'd he go?

He's up there!

Oh, my god!

Look out! They're still shooting!

You can't stop water.

Deliver us from the shivers of darkness.

Fill the bitter emptiness of the lonely with friends.

With great pain, I am burying my father.

My mother is crying, the priest is praying.

The kingpins of all the most powerful families

came to pay their respects to my father.

Here they all are, they look at me.

I can feel the weight of their stares

from behind the dark windows.

They are weighing me.

I know it, I feel it.

They're probably wondering if I have the cojones

to hold power and handle my father's empire.

Why did I do it?

Because I never could stand them.

First, I never believed in oligarchy.

I prefer old school.

Just one ruthless leader.

Me.

Second...

I don't wanna hear anyone criticize my art.

Now you know why I paint.

Just let me go.

Please, let me go. Please.

Stay here with me.

We'll travel the world collecting art.

Forget about it.

I'll give you the position you deserve.

I'll make you happy.

You're sick.

Believe me, I never wanted this to happen, Sarah.

There are over 1,700 species,

and while most of them just bite you...

some of them can put you to sleep,

but only 20 or so of them can kill.

Did you ever hear the story about the scorpion and the frog?

A scorpion asked a frog to take him

to the other side of the river, but the frog said no,

he didn't want to be stung.

But in the end... ooh...

the frog agreed

because he figured that

if the scorpion stung him in the middle of the river,

both of them would die.

Needless to say...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

When they got to the opposite bank,

the frog felt a stabbing pain, deadly sting.

No, no, no, no, no. Please, please, please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Scorpion couldn't help it...

because it was in his nature.

Please, please, please, no, no, no.

Take this scorpion off me. Untie me.

I did everything I could to be an artist

and a Rubino at the same time,

despite my family, despite my father.

And now, right when I finally feel free to choose,

destiny is making a fool of me by bringing you here.

You are the only person who ever believed in me...

even more than my father.

You saw the artist in me.

You're no artist. You're a killer.

You're free.

Untie her, let her go.

It's all my fault.

- No, it isn't. - Of course it is.

And God only knows what they're doing to her right now.

You got the painting?

You got a plan?

Yes.

I'm gonna give them what they want.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you are asking me to do this again.

I'm not in.

Thank you.

Whoo!

Shalom, angel of death.

Whoo!

Shalom, angel of fire.

Shalom, angel of peace.

It was easy to get in here.

There's a reason why it was easy.

- You armed? - Does it matter?

There's no salvation in this world.

Yeah, no salvation for people like us.

You got talent.

Thank you.

You know, Sarah talked a lot about you.

She was even thinking of entrusting me

with the sale of your artwork.

Do you know what that means?

Let Sarah go...

and we can get back to talking about business.

Who knows? If things had turned out differently,

we could have cut some good art deals.

Seems to me we already are.

Don't you think?

Whoa.

This was supposed to be a trade between gentlemen.

I'm gonna choose my words carefully.

Go fuck yourself.

Fuck!

My god.

Oh, my...

Oh, my god.

Nicky?

Hang it up.

Fuck, yes.

Time for a toast.

Yes, it is.

You're back at home at last.

Whoo!

Now leave me with Mr. Kaplan.

Drop it.

You can't stop water.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Goodbye, John Kaplan.

You know, I would have really liked...

a friend like you.

Whoo! Ohh! Whoo!

Fucking shot!

Johnny.

Go, go find Sarah.

- Sarah? - Go.

Sarah! Sarah!

Sarah! Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah.

Aah!

Sarah.

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah! Sarah!

All right, fuck.

Come on.

Shit.

Sarah.

John.

Are you here... for me?

I'd die for you.

You look good.

Vincent's still inside.

Vincent, we're getting the fuck out of here.

Come on!

Come on.

I got you.

- I got you, buddy. - Thank you.

You saved me.

John. John!

John, what happened?

Get some help!

John, don't worry.

Everything is going to be all right.

What a beautiful American night.

So many stars.

John.

John.

Do you take this man...

- to be your... - Yes.

I do.

Yes, I do.

I love you.

I love you so much.

John?

You can't come where I'm going.

John.

John?

The night is falling...

and I'm going into the night.

John...

open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

John. John?

John?

Hi.

It's the original.

John wanted you to have it.

This is your last chance. No more mistakes.

The package is in transit.

Thanks.

The package is in transit.

Set everything up for the forgery.

Follow her.

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