All language subtitles for The Art of More s02e01 The Pecking Order.eng

GRAHAM: Last season on The Art of More.

Smuggled, stolen, and forged art

is a $10-billion business.

HASSAN: Within a year,

your share could be well
over half a million dollars.

GRAHAM: What do you
know about Sam Brukner?

DAVENPORT: Well, he's bombastic,
impossibly egotistical,

and yet, somehow, he has managed

to assemble an amazing art collection.

BRUKNER: Some of my collection

didn't come through the normal channels,

whoever works with me would
have to be ready for that.

That's not a problem.

My interest in you has
nothing to do with work.

- Really?
- Really.

ROXANNA:Playing the game just right.
Boss's granddaughter?

I know you might find this
hard to believe, Roxanna,

but I actually have feelings for her.

ROXANNA: Is that the
secret to your success?

That you're a cocky shit who
bulldozed his way into the business?

You mean is that how I stole
Davenport away from you?

Tread carefully. She
doesn't like to lose.

ROXANNA:I signed the Swift collection.

Where are the good ones?
The Rembrandts, the Van Gogh?

MAN: This is all there is.

I'd love for you to tell me where
you got the fake Van Gogh?

Mr. Connor, it's been too long.

You have a new life because
of the work we did together.

Helping Hassan move stolen merchandise.

It's just one item. I told him
he's on his own for the rest.

Does Davenport know where you
get your supply? Does Brukner?

I'm not some master criminal, okay?

I'm just a guy who's looking
over his shoulder all the time.

More risk equals more profit.

Isn't that what your little
side business is all about?

DEMIR: We're here to make
money, as we did in Iraq.

GUARD: What you doing back there?

(GUNSHOTS)

GRAHAM: What did you do?!

DAVENPORT:The FBI paid me an
unexpected visit the other day.

Which is why I think I'll be
spending some time in Croatia.

Everything's gonna be fine.

The feds are looking for Hassan.

The NYPD's looking for all of us.

I'll handle selling the pieces,

you three just keep inside
and stay out of trouble.

DEMIR: We have an untrustworthy partner.

- You gotta keep them under control.
- I'll try.

Graham, what are you doing here?

UZAY: Hands behind your head!

Come on, put the gun down.
It's between me and you.

- (GUNSHOT)
- No!

No! No, no, no, no!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

GRAHAM: We're wasting time.

MAN:Wait, who is it you
want me to run down again?

GRAHAM: Uzay. Uzay Almasi.

Killed your girlfriend?

I understand why you
want me to find him.

But how about we think of
something a little bigger.

Bigger?

(MEN SHOUTING)

The Syrian-Iraqi caliphate.

Specifically, a man who funds them,

known locally as "al-Masrifi."

Real Name: Paul Rice.

GRAHAM: Name sounds familiar.

Because he moves around in
the high-priced art world.

Yeah, you guys like to put
on your tuxes for each other

and pretend to be clean-cut
patrons of the arts,

but your true business is just
a little dirtier, isn't it?

They love Rice over in Iraq.

They loot the artifacts, he
sells them here in the US,

and gives the profits
back to the caliphate.

GRAHAM: He's Muslim?

I highly doubt he believes in God.

What does Paul Rice have to do with me?

You help me nail him, I
give you your freedom.

That wasn't the deal when I came to you.

You guarantee my family's
safety and Uzay is captured,

and I give Mustafa Vatan.

- That's the deal!
- I don't give a shit

about some low-level stolen art
supplier in Turkey, Graham.

You don't want my deal,
here's what's gonna happen.

First, I'm gonna leave Elizabeth's
body in that warehouse...

Piece of shit! Piece of shit!

And then I'm gonna nail your ass
for aiding and abetting terrorism.

You'll be looking at life in prison

where you can join your brother,

who's got enough drug charges
and suspected gang activity...

What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?

What about your mother, huh?
She's been helping you, right?

That would qualify as treason.

What are you even saying?
Nobody's gonna buy that.

This day and age, Graham, we've been
conditioned to suspect everyone.

Am I making myself perfectly clear?

Unless you want everyone around you

to pay for your sins...

you will get in with Paul Rice.

Okay.

Uncuff me.

I need them in New York
by the end of the month.

The commerce minister himself

has guaranteed their safe passage.

Good.

_

- Eat it.
- What?

Eat the food she prepared for us.

No, no.

Off the floor.

But that is filth?

Eat it.

Now you know how it feels to
be treated like shit, huh?

Yeah? (CHUCKLES)

Right? Yeah.

(GASPS)

Make sure the crates arrive in New York.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Sync and corrections by btsix
www.addic7ed.com

Oh! I'm so sorry.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

GRAHAM: Hurry up.

- Got it.
- Okay, write 'em down.

Three calls to a Jamie Pollack.

Two to a Cole Stratton.

Seven recently to Kenton Applewhite.

Two to a...

Ah, shit!

I needed more.

Dude is quick on locking it down.

It's good to know you
still got it, Trip,

but I was never here.

Paul Rice? Such a blah name.
You gonna rip this guy off?

I'm gonna do business with him.

I appreciate your interest, Mr. Connor,

but I really don't need
another associate right now.

This piece here. It's marble, obviously.

Probably first century.

No head, but it's clearly Aphrodite.

No one likes a showoff.

And I would assume you know your
stuff after working at Parke-Mason.

Mr. Applewhite, I'm not
normally this pushy,

but I see an opportunity
to grow your business.

Yeah, I don't want to grow my business.

I like personally knowing
everyone and everything

that comes through here.

A trial is all I ask. Two weeks.

You don't even have to pay me.

Why are you so determined to work here?

After Parke-Mason, I don't just want to
work at a place that cares about sales.

I want to work somewhere
that cares about art.

It's always been my escape.

A trial, huh?

ROXANNA: Grove in the
Afternoon was likely painted

at the end of Van Gogh's Arles years.

It's truly stunning.

Unbelievable is the word I heard.

I never went to
journalism school, Blake,

but I think reporters are supposed to
ask questions if they want answers.

There are rumors that
the Van Gogh's a fake.

I can assure you and all
of your ArtSnitch readers,

the Van Gogh has been thoroughly vetted.

On top of that, we have an independent
authenticator examining it.

And when will he or she be done?

I got my story ready to go.

How can you be writing a
story without even...

New school of journalism.

Write the story that sells,
hope the facts support you.

So what did that ArtSnitch
prick have to say?

What'd you tell him?

That it's all a lie.
I painted it myself.

There is no Santa Claus,
and Rosebud was a sled.

I swear to God, Roxanna, do
not try to screw me here.

Rest assured, I am in
control of everything.

Well, I hope so, for your sake,
'cause I'm not taking the fall

if someone else finds out the truth.

Having problems with Swift?

Oh, he's a nervous Nellie.
Just need a little reassurance

that we're gonna meet our
estimates at the auction.

And are we?

We're going to exceed them.

You know, these last couple of
weeks have been hard on everyone.

But you've really weathered the
storm, I have to thank you.

I'm just happy I could be here for you

after Miles's arrest.

About that.

His lawyers are confident that the
prosecution doesn't have a case,

and I don't think it's right to keep
him out of the office any longer.

I mean, we can't presume him guilty.

And what if he is?

Okay, why don't you just
go focus on the auction?

Right.

BRUKNER:This was my first
major buy with my own money.

I tore it down, I built a
corporate office building,

and I made twice the profit.

(CHUCKLES) So, you see guys,
I love happy endings.

Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Brukner.

Your receptionist said come right in.

Oh, don't apologize, Detective,
I was just finishing up here.

So, long story short, you're fired.

Um, so if you'll excuse
me, I have a lot to do.

Doing a little spring cleaning.

Not gonna lie to you, it's cathartic.

Of course, hard to
replace a good employee.

Yeah, I'm sorry again about Belinda.

Yeah. So, what's the update?

You find that little son of a bitch?

Oh, an eyewitness has come forward.

Said they saw this man in the lobby

of Ms. Romero's building
that night looking anxious.

Thought I'd see if you recognized him.

(BUZZES)

WOMAN:Hello?

Mrs. Mason?

Yes?

It's Graham Connor.

("TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE
STAR" PLAYING ON PIANO)

So, what can I do for you?

I wanted to pay my respects.

I'm not sure how much you heard about me

from Elizabeth or your father-in-law.

Elizabeth and I were sort of dating.

Sort of?

No, I... I don't mean sort of.

We were.

Sorry, the music is, uh...

Oh. That's my niece.

She's 13.

We've had a lot of family
here the last two weeks.

She's good.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to
make it to the funeral.

I wanted to.

I actually got dressed.

I drove over there, but...

I don't know, I just... I couldn't.

Why are you telling me this?

Elizabeth was a...

She was... She was this light.

This unbelievably good person.

She treated me like a good person.

She didn't judge.

She was everything that I wanted...

and needed, but I... I didn't know.

And then...

And then suddenly she
was gone and, uh...

I'm struggling to face that.

I'm sorry.

(MUSIC CHANGES)

You probably thought it was
"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Actually, it's a piece called,
"Ah vous dirai-je, Maman."

Mozart did 12 variations
on that familiar tune.

I've had 18 days of people telling
me what they think I want to hear.

Or maybe it's what they need to say.

Either way, I'm sick and tired of it.

Yeah.

Thank you for your kind
words about Elizabeth.

I have no doubt she
meant something to you.

To be honest though, I
think you're a coward.

Yeah.

Okay. I'm gonna go.

Sit down.

Please.

Give me a second.

We found this in Elizabeth's apartment.

It had your name on it.
A gift, I imagine.

Police said they already
questioned you, that right?

Yeah. Yes. Shortly after.

What did they ask?

Everything.

They wanted to know what I know.

So I told them whatever I could.

They said you're not a suspect.

I... I guess not.

(GRUNTING)

(WEIGHTS THUD)

If he's gonna keep staying here,

he needs to join a gym.

Just working out all day. All day!

It's not healthy.

And why is he interviewing
for a new job so fast?

Well, he doesn't exactly
run things by me, Ma.

Graham, hold up. Hold up a sec.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Uh...

Um, the light went out.
Could you pick up some bulbs?

Yeah, sure, Ma.

So, I have a theory.
You want to hear it?

Yeah. Sure.

Those new kinds of bulbs were designed

by a guy who's very, very ugly.

So that in the future, all the
people who thought they were pretty

would look at themselves in that light

and realize that they were,
in fact, also hideous.

Yeah, except now that guy can't
hide in softer light either.

He never hid. He knew who he was.

(CHUCKLES)

It's good to see you again, Katie.

Back at you, Connor. It's been a while.

Hey, bro.

Do me a favor, stop staring at her tits.

That's my girlfriend.

Hey, Mark, Tommy and I went
to high school together.

Oh, now I feel better, knowing
you already banged him.

Stop being an ass.

What? You yourself said you
were a slut in high school.

I know when you want to screw a guy.
You get that look.

KATIE: How would you remember?

You bitch. Come on...

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Sorry.

You boys having a good time, huh?

Everybody's loving the party theme.

You should have eye surgery more often.

Ah, yes, more lasers lancing
at my eyeballs, please.

A small price to pay to have all these
Gorans and Borkos drink my wine, I suppose.

I thought I was there

when the doctor said it was a success.

Did I imagine that?

- I don't dare to guess...
- (PHONE BUZZING)

what you imagine during
the course of a day.

Best not.

Yes, Mike?

Mm-hmm. I see.

I'll think about it.

Well, then they'll
have to wait 24 hours.

Someone's made an offer on
the country house. Cash.

Arthur, that's fantastic.

Depending on your point of view.

Having the money to get the
IRS off your back is good.

That's my point of view.

The IRS want me to
sell my co-op as well.

It's that bad?

We can make things work.

Let's aim for the middle ground.

Watch our expenses.

I can cut back on the parties.

No.

Cutting back on the parties
is not the answer.

It's who we invite.

I don't care if your crew is onto
other things, it's backwards.

All due respect, I think it kinda works.

Kinda works? Are you the artist?

Are you gonna be the
one that's responsible

- for explaining this to her?
- Okay, okay.

We'll get it done by tomorrow.

Tomorrow? I'll just do it myself.

You better be careful, she's gonna
be running your union by tomorrow.

Today.

- Isabel. How are you?
- Sam.

We got a problem here at the Schroeder?

They messed this up twice.

And they have no respect for the art.

Or the associate curator.

Yeah, but the board members,
they don't fare much better.

I'm having a meeting
with Marshall right now.

I'm gonna sing your praises.

Nah, don't do me any favors.

(CHUCKLES)

I wouldn't dare.

You cannot kick me off the board!

Everyone already voted. It's done.

Roger, do you realize
how much money I give

to this museum each and
every single year?

Yes. That's why you had a
seat in the first place.

You pussies.

You're so worried about anything

or anybody that's not
politically correct.

We're tired of deflecting
questions about you.

You're an unending tornado of drama.

Oh, really, I'm a tornado?

Well, I hope you have a
storm shelter, Dorothy,

'cause you're gonna need it.

It is zinc yellow.

What do we have, Alesha?

Well, we've gone through brush
stroke, technique, aging...

The usual benchmarks, so far so good.

He looks friendly.

Cobalt blue.

Uh, Mr. De Groot...

Stay out of the room, please.

Of course.

Please, just let me know
if you need anything

in your examination.

And people say my pit bull looks mean.

You have a dog?

Yeah. Don't talk about him, though.

'Cause then I sound crazy obsessed.

His name is Moose.

He was my boyfriend's originally,

but then I ditched the
boyfriend, kept the dog...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Um, let me know the minute
he authenticates it.

(LINE RINGING)

Come on.

You can leave it open.

I ran into Trip today.

Says to say hi to you.
Thanks for the work.

Look, a few weeks ago, I helped you guard
this place, then your girlfriend dies,

and you start applying for jobs and
robbing people. What the hell you up to?

- Lower your damn voice!
- Well, raise yours.

What the hell's going on, Tommy?

Shut the door.

Uzay killed Elizabeth. We made
it look like a carjacking.

Jesus.

I think I can get to Uzay, but I need
to go through the right channels.

What channels?

Someone Uzay works with.

I befriend him, I make
the deals I have to,

I get to Uzay, and I kill him.

And after that, most likely disappear.

You have any more questions?

Good afternoon, everyone.
Welcome to our little bridge event.

It's nice to see some old friends.

The name of the game today
is making new ones,

and taking their money from them.

(LAUGHTER)

We'll partner up by random number,

and then after each game,

we'll gird ourselves
with more Plavac Mali

to help us find new partners.

Zivjeli!

ALL:Zivjeli!

So, how are you faring?

I'm down. My partners
have been terrible.

I don't give a crap about
their bridge skills.

Ingrid's friend, the Nigerian.

Loaded via family company,
looking to get into art,

but doesn't have the
first clue about it.

Thank God.

I can't take much more of this.

Arthur, there are easier
ways to make money.

You have no idea who this guy is.

I know.

But he thinks he knows who I am.

DAVENPORT: What you have to
do is focus on one artist.

Start with one piece, mid
price, nothing astronomical.

Just enough for you to take pride in it.

Ingrid says you have a good eye.

Oh, Ingrid's very kind.
It's just well trained.

Years of buying for myself and friends.

You buy for friends?

Well, from time to time I'm able
to use my connections with dealers

to get items before they come to market.

In fact, I'm headed to Paris
this week for just such a cause.

Hmm. What are you going to buy?

Mmm. I don't know yet.

My friend says he has three
unbelievable pieces.

But I should really only just buy one.

Perhaps if there was a truly
great find that you didn't want,

I might be interested.

- Really?
- Mm.

Oh, my gosh, your glass is empty.

We must take care of that.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

You're all set.

I installed security cameras
covering the front and back entry.

And the entire building is way
more secure than your last place.

And I can access the
feeds from my phone?

If Miles was dumb
enough to try anything,

it wouldn't work there.

He's not dumb, he's determined.

That's my problem.

As is this.

He's not outright saying it's a fake,

but he won't 100% confirm it, either.

Wants to take it back to
his lab in Amsterdam.

Obviously, we won't allow it.

The auction has to move forward.

He doesn't say it's a fake though.

When somebody buys a lottery ticket,

they know they're almost
certainly gonna lose.

But the story, the fantasy is
what they want to believe.

You mean Roland?

Yeah, he's prepped and ready to go.

Good. Get him out there
as soon as possible.

Gotta hand it to you, Roxanna.
You're always prepared.

Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst.

Graham Connor.

Nice place.

Good stuff.

You should get one of
those made of yourself.

Be a lot cheaper.

This? (CHUCKLES)

Mohamed Al-Fayed gave
me one five years ago.

Made me look like a constipated albino.

How'd you know I was here?

Uh, your boss. Your new boss.

He called my office for a reference.

I was happy to help.

You gave me a good reference?

Just a reminder to let you know

I can help still.

Or hurt.

Seriously, that's funny, Sam.

Belinda is dead. You know that.

Yes.

The police paid me a little
visit the other day.

And they showed me this
picture of this guy,

Naz, Nazari?

That is his name? If I
recall, you knew him.

I already went to the police

and told them everything I know.

- Which was?
- Not much.

I don't know why I don't believe you.

Belinda worked for you for
how long? Six years, right?

You know, she told me

you never once remembered her birthday?

I will bet that I cared more
about Belinda than you did,

so if I could help you
find her killer, I would.

You're probably not gonna see this,

but you and I, we are the same.

We're both just a couple outsiders

trying to punch our way in
where they don't want us.

So we should probably work together.

(CHUCKLES)

We're on the same team.

You've only got one person
on your fucking team.

You've really got to work
on that honesty thing.

Truth will out itself.

Christ almighty. Two heart attacks.

That I'm aware of.

Christ almighty.

I hate to be the one to tell you,

but I am concerned about him,

about the company.

And you need to know, as
chairman of the board.

Concerned daughters write cards.

Enterprising employees
schedule lunch meetings, so...

I am the future generation of DeGraaf's.

So when I see information
being concealed,

information that could seriously
jeopardize this company,

I have to put my
personal feelings aside.

I believe you know he was considering

retirement at the end
of the year anyway.

Yeah. And Miles was his
choice to take over.

In light of his arrest,
can we really afford

to have him be our face going forward?

It could make us weak and vulnerable.

Well...

I don't vote based on attack ads.

Is there something else?

Right now DeGraaf's is on track for
another flat year as the market booms.

Each month we're ceding
ground to Parke-Mason,

and not only them,

but the countless mid-size
houses who pivot faster,

and who cater to a
widening client�le base.

What's going on with
our online platforms?

Nothing.

How are relations in
the Far East markets?

Nonexistent.

Under my watch, we will
aggressively target

the next generation of collectors,

introducing them to our world,

but also addressing their
needs and desires.

It sounds like an awful lot of change.

It could alienate long-term clients.

There's plenty of room for everyone.

It's a big tent.

Ha! I know you're not
using Reagan against me.

That wouldn't be fair.

Well, he always did what he had to do.

I understand the Swift auction
is entirely your baby.

- It is.
- Let's see how that goes.

Then we'll talk.

And, Roxanna,

you may not want to admit this,

but you are your father's daughter.

Vodka martini, please.

Have you talked to the IRS?

Maybe they'll let you keep your house?

Too late. Already sold.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be. That's the
cash I'm going to use

for the deal with the Nigerian.

Think about what you're doing, Arthur.

If my opinion means anything to you...

It means a great deal,
but I don't agree.

This isn't what I signed up for.

I don't want to be an
accomplice to your schemes.

My schemes are what's keeping
a roof over our heads.

We can figure something out.

Oh, really? And what would that be?

What was the last real job you held?

My work is starting to sell...

You sold one piece! One!

And that was because of
my substantial efforts.

I seem to recall you offering.

Just like you offered to
take me home that night

and offered to score for me.

Yes, that's me. Always the provider,

always the career opportunity.

The bank of Davenport never closes.

I don't care about the money!

Grow up, Silas. Everyone
cares about the money.

Well, I was probably 22, 23 at the time.

I had just been hired by Mr.
Swift as his personal assistant.

And that was when I
first saw the Van Gogh.

In his office. God, he loved that thing.

Said it was like family to him.

Well, been in his family for so long.

I just hope it goes to someone

who can appreciate it as
much as Mr. Swift did.

- Roland Haduck.
- Mmm.

Is he credible?

People seem to think so.
Everything checks out.

His real-life testimony's
the kind of thing

that really wins people over.

Agreed.

I've already sent this
to all serious bidders,

and strategic journalists.

Controlling the narrative, smart.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
owe Howard a return call.

(GRUNTING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Katie, how you doing?

Can I get a shot of whiskey, please?

You know, I was thinking about
your guy with the lightbulbs.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, it's good
to know who you are.

What are you waiting for, asshole?

900?

I have 900 from the
gentleman in the back.

The bidding is to you,
ma'am. Do I have 950?

950.

Do we hear one million even?

I never understood why he had that.

He wasn't even religious.

Perhaps he yearned for
more perfect offspring.

"Let he who cast the
first stone," please.

I've bigger things to worry about.

Fair and final...

Sold!

For 1.1 million. (APPLAUSE)

Congratulations, ma'am.
You are blessed indeed.

Tom's a good auctioneer, but
I could do without the puns.

He has his artistic rhythms.

I don't see the great harm in it.

How's that online portal,
whatever thing coming?

The site that let's us do business

like we're actually in this century.

We're making progress. It's
a big departure for us.

I don't want to rush it.

$300,000? Do I have 300?

You know,

the Ash that I knew 20 years ago,

he wouldn't have distinguished between
great harm and little-bitty harm.

Yes, 350 for the gentleman
in the fifth row!

I'm asking for 400 now.

$400,000?

I have 400 from a bidder on the phone.

Graham, it's Kenton Applewhite.

Listen, we had a complaint
from a big client,

said you were dishonest with him,

and, you know, I just can't have that.

I was hoping it would work out,

but I just don't think
you're the right fit for us.

Good luck with things.

Get in the car.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

the star of the show this evening:

Vincent Van Gogh's Grove
in the Afternoon,

an exquisite example of the
renowned master's talent,

truly a one-of-a-kind work.

I would like to open the bidding
at 10 million US, please.

I have 10 million.

Do I have 11? I have 11.

Okay, people are bidding. This is good.

We're good.

These are chandelier bids.
Nobody's actually bid yet.

- Can I ask for 15?
- When will they?

I have 15 million. -What if
we don't make the reserve?

I have 17.

Well, you don't make any money

and have to deal with the
angry people you owe.

For me, everything will
have been for naught.

Of course, if nobody bids,

that means people don't
believe this is real.

And it'll only be a matter of time

before the forgery is uncovered
and we both go to jail.

So, my other points may be moot.

Well, I'm not going to jail.

And if it comes to it...

- Anyone?
- Why is he slowing down?

I'm looking for $29 million
for this masterful work.

The bidding has stalled. Right
about where I expected it to.

Anyone?

At a certain price, people are
willing to take a chance.

After that, you have to believe.

It's one of the true
masterpieces of Western art.

Ladies and gentlemen, this opportunity will
not present itself again in our lifetimes.

Do I have a better bid than 29?

33.

- (CROWD MURMURING)
- I have $33 million

bid from the gentleman in the suit.

Do I have 35?

- The believe.
- Looking for 35...

- I have 35.
- Shit.

Oh, I knew it. Goddamn.

I have 37.

39? I have 39. Thank
you very much, ma'am.

It's 39 now. Goddamn.

I have 41.

45?

45 million is the bid.

After we sign the final
papers here tonight,

if you ever step foot in here again,

I will burn your little
world to the ground.

I will personally see Mr. Wu
from the Atlas Casino in Macau

has all of your information.

He is the one who wants
to see you, right?

- Going once.
- Mm.

Twice. Sold!

For 57 million even.

(APPLAUSE)

Congratulations.

Congratulations, sir.

(MOUTHING WORDS)

Well done.

You out for a little stroll?
A little Neosporin?

No. No, Ding Dongs, actually.

Yeah, always been my favorite.

I got to imagine Ding Dongs are
pretty popular down at the FBI.

Give him another bruise, Boss.

- What's going on at Applewhite's?
- It's a waste of time.

Paul Rice doesn't do
serious business there.

- Yeah, but their phone calls.
- No.

It's all about a small, legit
sale for a mutual friend.

Me working there doesn't make
me a viable middleman to him,

so I quit Applewhite's.

I got a little metaphor I
like to use with my Cls.

You ever buy free range eggs?
You know it's bullshit, right?

I mean, technically the
chickens are free range

'cause they're not in a coop
with a thousand others.

They're roaming around
a little bit outside.

Maybe even eating a little grass.

But their freedom's an illusion.
Their movements are controlled.

And you're the chicken mas... Is she...
Is he the chicken mas...

You're the chicken master?

I don't what the fuck that guy's called,

but, yes, I'm your goddamn master.

And that's the way it's going to be

till you help me bring down
that terrorist-funding asshole.

What about finding Uzay?

Yeah, I got priorities, Graham.

A, uh, pecking order, if you will.

Now to the NYPD, you're a big peck.

I mean, I could turn you over to them

and they'd be happy to put
you away for a long time.

But to me, you're a small peck.

A small peck who's going to
help me take down Paul Rice,

the great goddamn giant peck.

Peck.

What's going on with
your contact in Canada?

I'm working on it.

Christ.

You know, you could be the
perfect plant for a buyer.

A bona fide smuggler who works
with legit establishments.

But now you're telling me, what?
You can't do either?

That makes you useless to me.
You got a week.

Get out of my car.

? I wish that I had known ?

? In that first minute we met ?

? The unpayable debt that I owed you ?

? ?

(LINE RINGING)

Where are you, Hassan?

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