All language subtitles for The Art of More s02e03 Hikori.eng

Previously on The Art of More...

Dad? I'm not sure what
Howard said, but...

You know damn well what he said.

And the board has voted to
appoint you interim CEO.

GRAHAM: The Roxanna Whitman era begins.

You're a goddamn snake in the grass.

You were never going to give me a shot.

What do you think of that. Huh?

- I don't care about the money!
- Motherfucker!

The first ever contemporary
museum dedicated to outsider art.

Everyone will be jealous that
you beat them to the punch.

Let's get you into one of
those big auction houses.

That way Rice knows you can
buy from him in scale.

GRAHAM: If you want to
right your karmic balance,

you got to hire somebody... like me.

And why would I do that?

GRAHAM: You know a guy named al-Masrifi?

Tommy, what are you doing?

You fire Roxanna. Put me in charge.

Mr. Whitman owns 20%.

It will be hard to get a
majority without him.

Leave Mr. Whitman to me.

(JAPANESE FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

(BRUSH SCRATCHING)

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(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(CLATTERS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WHISPERS) Hi. How are you?

- It's going to be a good one.
- Ah, it better be.

I blew the entire budget on this.

- Hi.
- Well, you know what they say.

You only get one chance to
make a first impression.

- Might as well make it fiery.
- Well, I asked Martin

to have them add a little extra flair.

- Roxanna!
- Speaking of which...

Congratulations! (KISSES)

I don't whether to hug
you or bow before you.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you, darling.
How was your time in Dubrovnik?

Well, it's never as
relaxing as you hope for.

- Hello, Graham.
- Hi.

Doing a little sight-seeing yourself?

No actually, I work here now.
Roxanna just hired me.

- Oh?
- He has proven himself.

Yes, he certainly has.

Listen. While I have you, I
just sold my country estate.

- Oh.
- No, it's all right.

I wasn't using it nearly enough.

Anyway, now I have all
this remarkable furniture

just sitting in a warehouse
belonging to a friend of mine.

I'd be happy to organize
a private sale for you.

Yes? Done.

- Done.
- Done.

- MARTIN: Excuse me, Roxanna.
- Yes?

- Can I borrow you for a moment?
- Of course. Please excuse me.

Yes.

So, what do you have?

Mr. Cronin asked if we
could get him tickets

to the Giants game,
preferably in a suite.

- Do we do that?
- Well, your dad always did.

- Well, he's not here.
- (CHUCKLES) Right.

Also, Mr. Hachmeister would like to take
a closer look at the Muramasa sword.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

You say the FBI is no
longer interested in me?

I let Agent Kramer know
I'd heard Belinda talking

about buying art from
a Middle Eastern guy.

That guy happened to
match the description

of the one they were
looking for already,

so, suddenly, all roads... murder,
smuggling... led to Uzay.

I'm not sure I need to know
much more, but thank you.

Let's just focus on the future.

I'll send an appraiser over
first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

- Ah. Shunga.
- Bless you.

(CHUCKLES) Shunga is
Japanese erotic art.

Yeah, Shunga actually means
"picture of spring."

It's a euphemism for sex.

I know my porn.

- All hail the new queen.
- (CHUCKLES) Hi, Sam.

- You know Isabel.
- I know Isabel.

- Hi.
- Great show.

Thank you. I didn't think the Schroeder

would be interested in anything here.

Isabel is working for a
brand-new museum. The Brukner.

- You're opening a museum?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, it's, uh... outsider art.
- (MOUTHS)

It's... next wave shit
nobody has except for me.

And this is hush-hush.

Well, please let me know if you
need any help with acquisitions.

Oh. An old friend. Excuse me.

- So what do you think?
- I think she's married, Sam.

I meant about her working for me.

She's really good at her job.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh. Is this bromance still alive?

(CLEARS THROAT) I've hired Graham.

(LAUGHING) And you're giving me shit
about Isabel? I can't believe it.

What, are you hiding from me?

- (LAUGHS)
- No.

Hey, I heard that you'd sold your country
house for eight million dollars?

- Mm-hmm.
- BRUKNER: Wow.

I would have paid much more than that.

You have got to call me next
time you sell a big ticket item.

Good to see you too, Sam.

Asshole.

Uh, we should talk about your role here.

Sure. Sure. Tomorrow?

I'm just going to talk up some
of the Edo period items. Okay.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

GROUP: Whoa!

(ALARM BEEPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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What do you mean his cousin?

HASSAN (ON PHONE): Well, it's a big ask.

An introduction to al-Masrifi?
Rafiq needs one more meeting,

but since he can't cross the border,

he will have his cousin speak for him.

- GRAHAM: When?
- 3:00 pm.

He has a shop in Bay Ridge.

"Junior." Let me call you back.

Hey! Hey! Card kid! These are wrong.

ROXANNA: No, Howard, I
wouldn't call it a debacle.

Oh, of course I'm taking it seriously.

You have to know that.

Well, we haven't even
had the auction yet.

No, nothing was damaged.

Ye... I will meet expectations
for this and for the quarter.

I'm handling it.

Oh, do you have my coffee?

Sorry. I have six calls holding for you.

Mr. Kajita from The
Japanese Arts Council,

Blake from ArtSnitch,
two pissed-off sellers

and two pissed-off buyers.

For now.

Before you take those calls, we
need to see you in Restoration.

The Murasama sword was out of its case

when the sprinklers went off,

and there's a few prints in jeopardy.

Also, the hibachis...

They voided our insurance coverage.

GRAHAM: Roxanna.

I'm going to get a coffee.

- (SIGHS)
- GRAHAM: Roxanna.

(SIGHS) The point was to
get out of the office,

not to have it follow me.

You're CEO. It always follows you.

What do I know? I'm just a junior.

A lot on my plate, Graham.

Large black, please. Come on, Roxanna.

I'm not a junior account executive.

It isn't personal. That
is the appropriate title

given your limited experience.

My limited experience?

How many accounts did I
land out from under you?

Look, I know your value,
but you were fired

from Parke-Mason in less than a year

for behavior I can only
guess was unbecoming.

The same unbecoming behavior
that got you your CEO position?

Is that what you mean?

I have to think about
the optics, Graham.

I have board members, clients,
employees watching me.

My assistant up there finds
reasons not to get me coffee

and refuses to change out my
dad's furniture as I'd asked.

- That's...
- If I'm seen as playing favorites,

I am just giving them ammo.

I want you to work with Alesha Foley.

When you say, "Work with Alesha"...

- Work for Alesha.
- Work for Alesha.

Look, do a good job, and I
can justify promoting you.

Wow. I'm motivated.

Enjoy your coffee.

(CHUCKLES)

Assistant U.S. Attorney,
Nate "Kah-sick."

Kozyck.

Ah. Yeah.

You mind telling me why the Feds

are investigating my assistant's murder?

What, the NYPD drop the ball?

Oh no, the homicide's not the
focus of our investigation.

Well, your office called and
said they wanted to talk to me

about items that were
found in her apartment.

Yes. Well, see, in the course of going
through Mrs. Romero's records...

You know, hard drives, zip
drives, and so forth...

The NYPD detectives found several
instances of correspondence

alluding to an arrangement between you

- and Councilman Dortch.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Here you go, Mr. Kozyck.

Nicole, would you hold
on to that for a second?

How old are you? 28. 29?

- 29.
- Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Well then, I'm going to forgive
you for being so naive

as to think I would say anything
without the presence of my attorney,

who was present when I already told the
FBI that there was no arrangement.

And now you have 15 seconds
to vacate my office.

Well, I can get a subpoena, Mr. Brukner.

I think that would be a bright idea,

and I want you to remember
to stuff it up your ass.

Nicole, could you show
Mr. "Kah-sick" out?

Kozyck.

David, some teenager from
the U.S. Attorney's Office

was just here, and he says that...

Don't tell me to calm down! Tell
me I have nothing to worry about.

- HASSAN: Where were you?
- GRAHAM: Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

HASSAN: You can't keep him waiting.

Asalumu alaikum.

Wa alaikum salam.

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Hassan Al Afshar. Ah.

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Land of the free, huh?

Uh, we understand you're willing

to make an introduction for us...

with al-Masrifi.

I'm only willing to do
what my cousin asks,

and only because he's family.

I'm a businessman, and I
wish to remain that way.

Us, too. Just put me in
front of al-Masrifi,

and we'll get out of your hair.

My cousin wants a finder's
fee, $50,000, payable...

No, no, no, no, no. What? No,
that's not part of the deal.

That's all I know.

Excuse me.

Asshole just wants to save
his little suit shop!

Shh!

What's the difference?

We need him, and we need money.

I got to go back to the FBI
and ask 'em for 50 grand...

for guys I claimed I was tight with.

"If the wind blows, ride it."

What the fuck you talking about?

The FBI will pay 10 times that
for an operative to Caliphate.

You go to them, you ask
them for a 100,000

instead of 50,000...
50,000 for Alnasseri here

and 50,000 for me to pay
off that dirty cop.

Scam the FBI?

They're not going to ask
for an itemized receipt.

You said you would help
me if I helped you.

Or what, now you're happy to
leave my family in custody?

Oh shit.

In another life, I want to be the guy
who comes up with paint color names.

Autumn moss. Lemon scone.

Get out of here, it's beige.

Nobody wants to paint their wall beige.
We need the differentiation.

And you're looking for yours.

This was your dad's office, right?

(CHUCKLES) I thought we could start

by talking about our new
online venture, BidHaus.

Before that, what the hell
happened the other night?

We had a wonderful event,
and it was a real splash.

I'm not your fluffer, Roxanna.

Fine. Let's cut to it. You need something
juicy to run with. I need good PR.

I give you the former,
you give me the latter.

- How juicy?
- I hear Belgian authorities

have a yacht detained in Brussels,

supposedly with an
undocumented Klimt on board.

Blah, blah. That's beige.

Give me something a little
more... salsa splash.

Sam Brukner plans to
open his own museum.

Outsider art.

That I hadn't heard.

Well, now you have, but not from me.

"Sources say"... I can work with that.

Good. Now I need you to
bury the sprinkler issue

and instead focus on our new
online venture, BidHaus.

Yay. You got a website.

Not a website, a brand-new business.

BidHaus was designed
as its own marketplace

with a wider range of
art and collectibles,

designed for a wider
range of enthusiasts.

Lower entry points, higher volume.

Items that speak to the
next generation...

with a user experience to match.

A little canned, but... not bad.

- When do you go live?
- End of the month.

That's fast.

We bought a start-up with a platform
already in place. We're ready.

Time to let everyone know.

That daughter's stepping
out of dad's shadow?

Let's just keep it to BidHaus, please.

Now, tell me more about
Brukner's museum.

Furniture now? Okay. Text me the
address, Arthur. See you in an hour.

(SIGHS)

Hope you're not going to ruin my day.

That depends. How good has it been?

Yeah, it's pretty shitty.
Thanks for asking.

My contact in Canada wants some money

for putting me together with Paul Rice.

I told him that was bullshit, but...

If you give him the cash, can
you guarantee the intro?

Yes.

I'd be surprised if he
didn't want something.

Everybody wants something.
A me-first generation.

All right. Set it up for a
couple of days from now.

It takes time to get
the cash, all right?

In the meantime, just keep
going on about your business.

We'll get you fitted for a wire when we
give you the cash. How much do you need?

I don't know. A wire?
What if he finds it?

- He won't.
- Well, that's easy for you to say.

When we have CI's delivering cash,

we like to keep tabs on them.
Now, how much do you need?

Fifty grand.

I'll set it up.

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Sorry for the delay.

Cliff has this tendency to
get absorbed in things.

I just wanted to say how excited I
am to see my code grow into this.

KERBIS: Roxanna!

So sorry about that.

Tyler hook you up with
something to drink?

NamasTea? Fuel Water?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you.
- Good.

Um...

We need to talk about our launch.

I need it by the end of the month.

I hope you don't mean this month.

Yeah, I do, because that was what

you promised us when we
bought your company.

There's been hiccups along
the way. Speed bumps.

I promised the world a launch
at the end of the month.

All due respect, that was
probably a bad idea.

Thanks. Kill the BidHaus story.

BLAKE: Seriously? Ha. I've
got to write something.

I don't care what you write about.

Write about the sprinklers, I
don't care. Just not BidHaus.

ARTHUR: It all looks so different
in this light, doesn't it?

I think you'll be real
happy with the estimates,

and I have a potential buyer already.

I used to run my toy train
across that rug as a child.

My mother kept her
dresses in this armoire.

And my father...

used to read the paper in this chair.

There's more here than
just dollar signs, Graham.

Then why are you selling everything?

Oh well, I... (CHUCKLES) I
owe the IRS some money.

How much?

12 million.

Inherited debts, more or less.

What about the money
from the house sale?

Oh, ah... (CLEARS THROAT)

Silas... burned that.

- What?
- Yes. That was my reaction too.

Had it in cash, as well. Don't ask.

He wanted to make some kind of...

I don't know, some kind of
grand gesture or something.

- That's pretty goddamn grand.
- I'd have almost been proud...

if it didn't absolutely
ruin me. (SCOFFS)

Okay. Well, you... you still have
your city place. You could sell that.

I suppose I could always
take a full page ad out

in The Times announcing I'm broke.

Okay. Look, the appraised
total value of all this

is close to one mil, so that's a start.

Seems more like a finish.

Yeah, if you don't sell, it is.

Look, I know people right now

who would do anything
for a fraction of that.

And even though I want
to, I can't help them.

But I can help you, so take your
head out of your ass and sell.

(SCOFFS) Ever the deft touch, Graham.

Here's the paperwork. Okay?

You have my number. You've got
to make a choice, Arthur.

MILES: I don't think I've
ever seen you read the paper.

(CHUCKLES)

It's one of the few
blessings these days.

I don't have to squint at
a damn screen anymore.

You read about how the sprinklers
went off at the preview?

You can't imagine how many calls
I got about that. What a mess.

Caused by Roxanna.

She created that Japanese carnival.

Ash, she's going to ruin the company.

- Miles.
- She's drinking again.

Oh, god dammit.

- You need to come back.
- The board has made their decision, Miles.

Besides, I already had one foot out
the door. They just gave me a push.

Well, now it's my turn to push.

I was recently introduced
to a man named Simon Peng,

who's well-placed in the
Jianwun Corporation.

They want to buy DeGraaf's.

Jianwun? Didn't they just buy
a movie studio or something?

They're on a spending spree, and
they can't wait to overpay.

You own 20% of the company.

Griffin Young's already
on board. He owns 12.

I have a three percent stake. I only have
to persuade one more board member...

and we can save DeGraaf's...

your legacy, from ruin.

We'd be a Chinese auction house, Miles.

Only difference is our access
and presence in China.

Otherwise, they promise to let
us organize it as we see fit.

Ah. And this new organization,
you would be...?

- CEO.
- Oh.

And Roxanna would be...?

Out.

"Junior."

Screw this.

- (RINGS)
- Yeah. I need a list of every client

who was at the Japanese
preview the other night.

You can't beat the condition.

It's the best collection of
woodblock prints I've ever seen.

You can't beat the condition.

Haranobus. Shigemasas. Utamaros.

You can't beat the condition.

It's the best... it's the best...
It's the best collection

of woodblock prints I've ever seen.

Haranobus, Shigemasas, Utamaros.

Absolutely, Mr. Hermann. Of
course not, Mrs. Van Lier.

(LAUGHS) You have a dinner that night?

I'm sure your daughter will understand.

Well, I'll call her.

Well, I do not want you missing this.

Okay. Call me back.

I'll be here all day, right at my desk.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Yes.
- Who was that?

Norma Van Lier. She and her husband...

Are long-term clients of mine,

and they don't appreciate
sledgehammer sales pitches.

(CHUCKLES) Trust me,
my sales pitches work.

I'm a people person.

Not from where I'm standing.

You were supposed to be working
with the restoration team.

Yeah. I thought it was more important
to get the clients back in the fold.

That's my job. And...

I tell you your job.

You see, there's a
chain of command here.

Let's go. We have to give Roxanna
the rundown on the water damage.

Mr. Dortch.

Sam Brukner would like a word with you.

I'm late for an appointment.

It might look odd to have
a limo following you

down the street at five miles per hour.

Hey, Luther.

Been a long time. How are things?

I think you know. The U.S. Attorney's
Office wants to talk with me.

What would they want to
talk to you about, Luther?

Our arrangement. The zoning variance.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Wait. I mean, there is...
I do recall a moment

where you said you were so eager
to help out your constituents.

But I barely remember that,

because no money ever
exchanged hands, right?

Well, right.

Hmm. So, nothing ever happened.

Well, that's not how the
U.S. Attorney sees it.

(SIGHS) Luther, look at me.

It doesn't matter how the
U.S. Attorney sees it.

You don't even have to talk to him.

You can throw him out on his ass.

(SIGHS) I can't believe this.
I am giving you great advice

and you're panicking like
you just lost your puppy.

Do you really think they're
just going to listen

to what you have to say and then go,

"Oh, you're a pillar of the community,

just go on your merry way"? No.

They're on a witch hunt.
They're out to ruin you,

and they're out to ruin
me, and the only way

that they can do that is
if we hand it to them.

I'm a God-fearing man, Sam.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) That's wonderful.

But what does that have
to do with anything?

My pastor thinks I should cooperate...

that that's the righteous thing to do.

Right.

The righteous thing to do is
helping out your fellow man.

Reverend Cobb thinks it will be fine.

- Co... Cobb?
- And to be frank...

War... War...

I've built a solid career
taking his advice.

War... Wardell? Wardell Cobb?

"A voice for the community."
That's his slogan, right?

No. No. No, it's not just a slogan.

He's not selling, he's representing.

Oh, I'm not going to belabor this.

We're both busy men.
Thank you for your time.

- I'll be careful with what I say.
- Of course you will.

(SIGHS) See you around.

All right. I want you to get
me everything you can find

on this publicity-loving
preacher named Wardell Cobb.

Okay.

Unfortunately, they
were unable to salvage

the wall hanging and
a few of the prints.

And nothing was covered?

We're going to have to eat
the sellers' payouts.

How bad are the prints? Can
we auction them anyway...

water stains and all,
to mitigate the losses?

We can try. Won't go for much.

Are we keeping you?

Please just tell me the
Muramasa sword is okay.

Well, the restorers weren't optimistic,

considering it was out of its case,

but somehow it's unblemished.

GRAHAM: It should add to
the myth of invincibility.

It may raise the value.
I'll put the word out.

That's not your call to make.

Seriously, Roxanna? Have we
had enough of this shit?

I have certainly had enough of yours.

I could work for a competitor
right now and destroy you.

- Maybe you should try.
- Oh, screw it.

Oh Christ! Both of you, please.
Just... Christ, please.

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

- What?
- BLAKE: Good news, bad news.

My editor saw the story I'd put
together on DeGraaf's and BidHaus

and the great leap forward
for Roxanna Whitman

out from under her father's shadow.

No, that was never what...

She's running it today. Out
of my hands, so good luck.

- Shit!
- (PHONE CLATTERS)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(SNIFFLES)

Well, I guess you better come in then.

- God.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

You know, the last time you came here...

I was the drunk one.

I'm not drunk.

Hey, Roxy.

Roxy.

It's me.

I know.

What is it?

Everything is going to shit.

What's going to shit?

Everything.

DeGraaf's.

Everything that I have
worked so hard for.

Ugh. It's all blowing up in my face.

So, people are really
happy about that one.

So, you made a few enemies.

Congratulations, now you're the boss.

Yeah.

I don't feel like one.

Well, here.

We're going to have a
little life lesson.

Being the Boss 101.

Now pay attention.

First.

No one gives a shit
about the way you feel.

It's all about how you act.

What the hell is this? You sit up.

Come on, you're Roxanna Whitman.

- (GIGGLES)
- Right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's better.

Now... have a puff.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You know, in business...

I think that old adage of
the carrot and the stick,

it works pretty well in
just about every situation.

I mean, personally, I'm more
of a stick kind of a guy,

- but...
- That doesn't surprise me.

Yeah, but you know the
carrot works just as well.

You just have to know when to
use one or the other. Right?

- Mm.
- Like for instance,

right now I am in a carrot situation,

and I'm not going to bore you
with all the particulars,

but I can tell you this... they're
going to get one big bite at it,

and then I'm going to bring out
the big stick. Jimmy Hoffa style.

You really quoting
Jimmy Hoffa right now?

No. No, no, look, what I'm
trying to say is that...

people know where I stand.

And the moment I don't trust
someone, they are gone.

I'm sorry, Sam.

No, you don't have anything
to feel sorry about.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

Graham. Arthur.

Let's sell.

RYAN: I'm telling you,
she had eyes like...

Like I don't want to have sex with her,

I want to have kids with her.
Those kind of eyes, you know?

I do.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
be talking about girls.

Nah, shut up. It's cool.
I'm happy for you.

- Then, um, FYI.
- (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

I ran into Katie Boyle.
She was asking about you.

Anyway, I'm sure you've got better
shit to do than to get me coffee.

I'm putting off giving a friend some
bad news and going to my shitty job.

Wait, the one you got your ass
kicked to get all of a week ago?

Yeah, it's bullshit. They treat me
like I'm some rookie off the street.

I feel like I'm talking to Dad.

What does that mean?

You've always had a hard-on for winning.

God forbid anybody can be above
you for more than a millisecond.

Yeah, and he quit. He settled for a job

where he was disrespected
every day of his life.

Suck it up, Tommy.

The voice of wisdom.

Didn't Cliff talk to you
already about the timeline?

He did, but BidHaus is
built on your designs.

You're the reason we bought
the company, not Cliff.

You know what can and can't be done.

It's just... you know,
it's not much time.

I'm not hearing you
say it can't be done.

Look, Tyler. You tell me what you
need and we'll make it happen.

I mean... we might be able to
do a slightly pared down...

- Mm-hmm.
- Platform.

What's going on? Didn't realize
we had a meeting on the books.

- We didn't.
- (CHUCKLES)

Well, you want to bring me up to speed?

The short version?

I gave you an opportunity to deliver.

You didn't come through. You're fired.

Now... do you want to be Wozniak

or do you want to be Jobs?

You know I don't like
meeting so publicly.

You ever heard the
phrase "in plain sight"?

Besides, I figured you'd be happy

to get out of that warehouse,
let me buy you lunch.

(WHISPERS) Marwan is good for
tomorrow night after his shop closes.

Did the FBI agree to the extra money?

I don't think we ever
had pizza in Mosul.

No, we didn't. And you
didn't get the money.

They want me to wear a wire to the meet.

Okay. If I'd asked for a hundred,

and the FBI heard I only gave them 50,

we'd both be screwed, Hassan.

- You could have figured it out.
- I'll figure it out.

I'll figure it out. You just...
you've got to give me some more time.

Would you be asking for more time
if that cop had your family?

You're the only one who's suffered?

Is that what you're saying to me?

Is that what you're saying to me? Huh?

My girlfriend is dead!

- You will have another girlfriend.
- Don't you... don't you dare!

You think because she's not
family that it's not as bad?

Look, at least we get to eat the
pizza voted best in New York.

Every place claims that.

Empty promises. In this country?

(SPITS) It's not that good.

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- ARTHUR: I don't understand

why the IRS is still threatening
to seize the apartment.

I just paid them
$500,000 dollars, Barry.

- Well, when's the next payment due?
- (BEEPS)

- (LOCK BUZZING)
- I... I can't get it that fast.

Please see what you can
work out with them.

I'm going to have to call you back.

Something tells me you,
uh, you need my help.

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Stellar.

- Assyrian. 1300 B.C.?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Yes, it's... it's very nice.

I knew you could appreciate their value.

I can sell them to you
for $150,000 dollars.

(CLICKS TONGUE) That's quite a bargain.

They're worth well over 350.
That alone is worth 250.

Yes, I'd love to take
them off your hands,

but unfortunately I'm... (LAUGHS)

I'm, financially, a bit
strapped right now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yes, I know it's hard to
believe, but nothing is liquid.

The IRS has fleeced me
of everything. Bastards.

Okay, well...

- 80,000.
- (SIGHS)

Okay, 50. 50, huh? Please.

Look, Hassan...

as I already made clear to
our mutual friend, Graham,

I'm no longer in the market
for smuggled antiquities.

You don't have to keep them.

A man like you, you could sell
them, make a quick profit.

A few months ago, I had the
FBI here questioning me.

I can't afford to take that risk again.

(SCREAMS IN ARABIC)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Sorry.

Okay. This was supposed to be our
path for a new life here in America.

Where my... my wife could
go where she pleased...

my son could go to school unafraid.

Our one chance at being free.

I'm sorry, Hassan.

- (BAG ZIPS)
- Really, I am.

Graham mentioned you used to be
an engineer before all this.

I was.

I'm too far from that now.

Maybe we shouldn't get hung
up on exactly what we do.

We do what we have to to survive. Right?

What are these worth if
no one will buy them?

Well, their value is only determined
by what the market will pay.

It works both ways.

I'm sorry.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- There she is.
- What can I do for you, Miles?

I know you have a lot on your plate,

what with the sprinklers and all.

Just wanted to remind you Sophie's
birthday party is next week.

(SIGHS) Are you serious?

Sadly, yes. And I promised my daughter

to make sure her favorite auntie...

got the invitation. So... there you go.

- You're a wonderful father.
- Yes. Yes, I think I am.

Well, I'm thrilled to know there is one
person in the world you won't lie to.

And if I ever hear you filled her
head with any of your lies...

Relax. I love her too much
to tell her the truth.

I'll let Sophie know...
that you send your regrets.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- There is one more thing

I'd like to discuss
with you before you go.

Until it's clear your presence will
not adversely affect DeGraaf's,

I'm going to have to put
you on mandatory leave,

what with the FBI investigation and all.

- You can't.
- Oh, I can. Check your bylaws.

And, Sheila!

I'm going to need that coffee.

And when you're done with that,
please pack up your desk.

I've arranged for you to be reassigned.

Do you suppose they kill themselves
out of pride or disgrace?

Two sides of the same coin.

(SCOFFS) I don't know.

I don't think I could do it.

So messy. Blood and guts
all over the floor.

Be the Muramasa's rightful owner

and you're invincible. Problem solved.

- What's this?
- An offer...

from one buyer for your whole lot.
Just over a million.

Problem not entirely
solved, but thank you.

You made the right decision.

You should stick around
for the auction later.

It's going to be fun.

Well, I suppose it couldn't
hurt to show my face,

just in case anyone has any ill-conceived
notions about my estate sale.

- ROXANNA: Graham.
- Uh, boss is calling.

In the last 18 hours I have fired
someone, promoted someone,

reassigned someone, and
put someone on leave.

Did you quit or do I have to figure
out what to do with you as well?

I needed a day off.

I got Davenport an offer over estimate.

Hm.

And you think that gets
you off my shit list?

(CHUCKLES) What does?

Do your job, which is whatever
Alesha and I tell you to do.

Can you handle that or not? Last chance.

I can handle that... for now.

How's the auction going?

Four items irreparably damaged,

we'll do about 70% of
initial projections,

and out of respect, I now have to bow

to the Japanese Arts Minister.

- You got to bow to him?
- Mm-hmm.

Screw him.

Humility, Graham. You
might want to try it.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Yeah?

Transmitter's in the second button.

He can pat you down all he wants,

he's not going to find it.

Anything doesn't look right,

not going according to plan, leave.

You think you can't leave, ask to use
the restroom. That'll be our signal.

- Where will you be?
- Around the corner.

A safe distance, but close enough.

- Any other words of wisdom?
- Don't fuck it up.

(SIGHS) All right.

It's all there.

Introduce me. Make the call.

Just you or your partners, too?

Partners? No, no, it's
just going to be me.

What about Hassan and
the other guy, Uzay?

Uzay?

You talked with Uzay?

What the hell is he doing?

MARWAN: My cousin was talking
about a deal with him, too.

- Aren't you all the same group?
- No. No, no we're not.

Where is he?

That's between my cousin and him.

Yeah. And you, clearly.

What are you doing?

- What is he doing?
- GRAHAM: I just gave you $50,000,

- you can answer my questions.
- The money is not mine.

You can answer my questions!

Okay.

Just tell me where Uzay is.

You Americans.

We should have moved to Canada.
Get out of my store.

Tell me where Uzay is.

- No!
- (GRUNTS)

(GUN COCKS)

MARWAN: I'm not introducing
you to anyone!

- Shit.
- (GUNSHOT)

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