All language subtitles for The Art of More s01e04 Just Say Faux.eng

Roxanna:
Previously on "The Art of More."

Brukner: Come on, get on the plane.

Let's see how well you
roll with the punches.

Some of my collection didn't come
through the normal channels.

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

Where are we with the Swift Collection?

The volume isn't quite as
extensive as we'd hoped.

What about the Van Gogh?

That painting your father gave you?

The fake Renoir?

Does your father still know how to get
in touch with the guy who did it?

Well, show me what you got.

My brother. He brought it
home from the place he works.

- I need the mask back.
- These people don't play, Ryan!

I just made a deal for it with a
man you don't want to disappoint.

I need that mask back.

It'll cost you.

Chittenden: We estimated
this from 3100, BC.

One of the earliest representations
of the human face.

The asking price?

600,000 pounds. Quite a bargain, really.

(in Arabic)

Here in the West, we call
it the Sumerian Mona Lisa.

(in Arabic)

We can't exceed 500.

580.

And only because I feel strongly

that this wonderful piece
belongs in its own country.

If you so strongly it
belongs in our country,

why don't give it to us.

580 is as low as I go.

(in Arabic)

You are a merciless negotiator, my friend.

Please tell President Hussein that I am
thrilled that his generosity will allow

this wonderful cultural touchstone

to be viewed publicly for decades to come.

Miguel: I knew that mask
was worth something.

I hear about those auctions you throw.
A million dollars for a soup can?

You hear about that one?
Rich assholes will buy anything.

This is the spot.

If you knew the mask was so valuable,
why'd you bring it to this shithole?

'Cause Mr. Chen sells this kind of stuff.

- This guy?
- Yeah, this is the guy.

Mr. Chen. This is our man.

$200.

For what? You had it on consignment.

Take up table space. It's 200 for
what would sell, it not there!

Table space? Table space fee's on you.

That's mine.

Heinrich! Thank you for meeting
me and on such short notice.

Guten tag.
Welcome to Germany.

Danke.

I am flattered that you admire my work.

I have several new pieces I would
be very happy to show you.

Actually, I'm interested
in your other talent.

Other talent? I don't understand.

You painted a foolproof
Renoir for Michael Pearson.

I'd like you to do the same for me.

For your private collection? A Renoir?

A Van Gogh.

Van Gogh. Which one?

I once did a "Starry Night"
for a gentleman in Shanghai.

This would not be a duplicate. It
would be an original piece. Unknown.

Just discovered. We would come
up with a likely subject matter,

technique and of course, you would
have to use the exact supplies

he would've used. Canvas from the period...

I am well aware of what I would need.

But again, this is an original
for your own private collection?

I would auction it. As
I said your work is...

Nein. Too dangerous. I am not in...

I can offer you $50,000 for your services.

Fraulein, I love it here. Why
would I risk going to prison?

A hundred thousand.

And another hundred thousand
if it passes inspection

and sells at auction.

All of it deposited into whatever
off-shore account you choose,

payable to whomever you want.

I would need half up front.

Not a problem. And I assure you,
this will be handled discreetly.

How much time do I have?

48 hours.

(scoffs)

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I have the mask. Tell them to relax.

Hey, excuse me. They said
I should talk to you.

I'll drop it off this afternoon.

Sure. How can I help you?

I'm interested in the hat.

Yeah, it's incredible. It was formerly
owned by the Napoleon Museum in Havana,

then a Russian oil magnate and
now the Camilleri in Malta.

I'm Graham, by the way.

Yeah, Joey Silver. You don't have to sell
me on it. Just tell me how much it is.

Well, I can tell you the
reserve's over a million.

Oh, I don't want to reserve it.
I want to buy it.

And don't worry, I'm good for it.

It's... It's not that. By
the way, I love Sub Attack.

Probably had a thousand Sonar Specials.

Oh, you're my kind of guy.

I'll tell you what, the next one is on us.

Thank you. Well, this is an auction house.
So we won't know the final selling price

until the auction's complete.

Hey, at least now I know what
being a moron feels like.

Well, no, no, no. I keep telling them to
put a sign out front, so people know.

Listen, I can make the owner a
pre-auction offer on your behalf.

Or you can come back in a
couple of days and bid on it.

No. I know myself all too well for that.
If I start bidding,

I'm going to keep on bidding until I win.
Which means that, uh, nah...

things could get out of hand.

Well, now that's too bad.
This guy's my role model.

He's shrewd and relentless. Short.

Hey, no, you know that's... That's one
of history's great misconceptions.

Napoleon was 5'6", which in his
day was a very average height.

So what are you saying,
I'm the only short guy?

No! Come on.

Relax kid, I'm just busting your balls.

So you're saying that I can offer
money for it before the auction.

That's right.

Has it passed muster with Authentication?

In process. I don't foresee any problems.

And you just happened upon it.

At the Rhode Island estate.

What about the family? Any push back?
I mean, relinquishing half the profits

from what could be a half
billion dollar sale.

I've been in contact with the
executor, Richard Swift.

I want him to feel like he's a part
of the team. Seems to be working.

I told him about the Van
Gogh and he's thrilled.

Keep him thrilled. But
you know, under control.

Miles, come have a look at
Roxanna's new Van Gogh.

Miles: Don't recognize it.

That's not surprising.
It's never been seen.

Clearly Arles period.

Something from the wheat field series.

(sighs)

It's impressive.

Congratulations.

Oh, um, are you still trying
to get the Brukner account?

Of course.

Because I just read on Artsnitch that
it includes several stolen pieces.

According to whom?

Oh, you know, the usual...

Insiders.

Belinda on phone: Have you seen Artsnitch?

What the hell is Artsnitch?

It's a blog about the art world.

I'm going to forward it to you. I think
you're gonna want to have a look at this.

(bleeps)

"Sam Brukner hasn't decided to go
with DeGraaf's or Parke-Mason.

"Or is it the other way around?

"Insiders tell Artsnitch,
both houses are looking into

"reports that more than a few pieces
in his collection are stolen."

(phone ringing)

Brukner: What the hell is this?

I have no idea, Sam.
I only just saw it myself.

But I promise you I have not shared
anything you told me with anyone.

And why would I? I'm still trying
to nail down your account.

Find me the low life that wrote this.

Give me a few hours.

I'm so sorry about that.

Okay. Uh...

I think the reserve price on the
Napoleon bicorne is pretty aggressive,

so an offer of $2.3 million
is more than fair.

Perhaps. But as I told you, The
Camilleri Museum does not see itself

as the owner of a 19th century bicorne.

It sees itself as the conservator
of a historic artifact.

We are parting with it only because
we are in need of operating funds.

We need the next conservator to be

one who treats it with the
respect and reverence it is due.

Well, Mr. Silver is a
true Napoleon aficionado.

He cares deeply about his legacy.

Is he an academic? A curator?

Ah, no. No, he's, uh, he's a restaurateur.

Does he plan on displaying
the hat in his restaurant?

I do not think this will
please my colleagues.

This is not about money.

No, no, of course not.

He's a very serious student
of the Napoleonic era.

In fact, I invited him here so you...

(laughs)

Uh...

How you doing?

Mrs. Zammit, this is Joey Silver.

(Silver clears throat)

(in French)

That means I bring you greetings
from the battlefront.

You must be Ms. Zammit.

Bonjour.

He lives and breathes Napoleon.

Yeah, well you said Giovanna
here wanted to make sure

that whoever she sold it
to is a big time fan.

So, a picture's worth a
thousand words, right?

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Looks great.

Roxanna: Isn't it amazing?

That is an understatement.

We're estimating it'll
go for 40 to 50 million.

And half of it goes to my great
uncle's art education program?

Of course.

The auction's already being called
the most important of the decade.

Which is why I'm glad someone who knows
what she's doing is handling everything.

And looking amazing as she does.

Were you close with your
great-uncle, Richard?

Not really.

But apparently he was impressed,
that unlike most of my relatives,

I was capable of making a small
contribution to society.

What do you do?

I'm a carpenter. I design and
build chairs, cabinets, tables.

Well, I'd love to see your work.

Really?

Oh, well, I'd love to show it to you.

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

See, a year ago I cataloged every
piece in every basement and attic.

And this painting wasn't among the 786...

that I recorded.

Well, you must have missed it.

It was in storage behind some of the lesser
known pieces at the Rhode Island estate.

Why don't we talk about this over dinner?

Somewhere, where we can speak
a little more honestly.

More honestly?

If you have concerns, I can have
Authentications take a second look,

but I assure you it will delay the auction.

No, no. There's no need for that.

But we do need to talk. Too many ears here.

Hey, Solomon!

How's it going?

Okay.

Thanks for getting me that
Druzinsky address. How's school?

Boring. You needed to come all the
way across town to ask me that?

There's a website called artsnitch.com.

You think you could get into their e-mail?

You want me to explain
what Instagram is, too?

Were you always this cocky?
'Cause what I remember is,

"Oh, that's tough! I'm not
sure I'd know how to do that!"

Cleaning your credit
report was a lot harder.

- Artsnitch.com?
- Yeah.

Okay. How much you paying?

500.

They posted an article about a guy
named Brukner. B-R-U-K-N-E-R.

I need a listing of all
e-mails containing that name

and a street address of the
computer that sent them.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Got my SAT scores back. 2400!
That's a perfect score.

You do that legitimately?

More or less.

Come on, Solomon.

A guy with your talents could write his
own ticket in the legitimate world.

- You know, I could even...
- I'll call you when I have the info.

Richard, I think I gave you the
wrong impression at the office.

I was so shocked by your
assumption that I probably...

Don't you think this
would be more enjoyable

if you stopped circling the wagons?

I mean, I'm sure we can work out an
agreement that doesn't involve the police

or any of the Swift clan.

Let me ask you something, if
the Van Gogh were a forgery,

why would you want any part of it?
You don't need the money.

There's a casino in Macau
that thinks otherwise.

Besides, giving away half the
proceeds is the perfect... cover.

I assume that was your idea.

It was your great-uncle's idea.

Also perfect. No one can
ask him now, can they?

I don't understand what it is
you're trying to accomplish here.

There are scores of fake
masterpieces auctioned every year.

Researched, authorized and sold for
hundreds of millions of dollars.

The Van Gogh is genuine.

Uh, you take some time and
you think about that.

But know this. That anxious feeling

that you have in your
stomach, that will go away.

I won't.

- (car alarm blaring)
- (gasps)

(alarm chirps)

Typical messed up Connor move.

Rides up from New York at the
crack of dawn. No notice.

I wouldn't want to let you down.

Hold on.

Hey, man, I'm glad it's you.

I thought it could have been my landlord.

Seriously, man, you're always welcome.

How you been? Everything good?

Tell you about the girl I was seeing?

No.

She worked the drive-thru window at
McDonald's. So one day I asked her out.

She was a lot of fun, man. Killer body.

But with the leg, I don't know. It's like,
she didn't know whether to ignore it,

feel sorry for me... I think
it kind of freaked her out.

She's the wrong girl for you.

Hey, you still working at that warehouse?

I got fired.

So, I took some IT classes.
I'm looking around, you know.

It seems to be the only gig I'm qualified
for these days. Just looking around.

You should come down to the city.

I know you'd get something down there.

You could crash with me.

I'll think about it, man.
You seeing anybody?

Nah. I've been out a couple of
times with this girl from work.

Her grandfather owns the joint.
So, it might get kind of complicated.

Well, things got kind of complicated
with Sanaa, too. You ever talk to her?

Not for a long time.

I've been having those dreams...

a lot.

Mostly Tikrit.

I kill everyone in the house.

You can't do the shit we did
without having it affect you.

A couple of weeks ago I kicked
the shit out of some crackhead.

And it keeps happening.

Most of the time every thing's cool.

Doing well at work, going out.

Sometimes it feels like I'm
pretending in the real world.

And those dreams are what's really real.

Have you been to the VA?

They got shrinks to help
deal with that PTSD shit.

I don't have that.

Hell you don't, man. Hey, look
at it on the bright side.

You might be eligible for
some disability money.

No. The place I work, if they found out,

they don't want some Iraq
vet psycho on the payroll.

They're not really into the
whole ex-military thing.

I just needed to talk to
someone who's been there.

Hey. We're brothers, man.

I'm sorry I woke you, man.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey.

Is there some kind of
Parke-Mason detention center?

Because that's where
I'll be if you don't do

what I told Melissa
you said you would.

What?

(sighs) Davenport?

Come on.

I talked to Davenport about Huntzinger.

He tried to stall me,

but eventually admitted
that he made them up

because he has no documentation.

Shit!

Look, Arthur Davenport's a
great guy who doesn't know

where a few of the 42
pieces he sold came from.

A lot of these big collectors are so
focused on getting what they want,

that they ignore a chain of
title with a few holes in it.

Graham, I may be new here,
but I know that's wrong.

Look, it's not as if it's a
question of authenticity.

You know, it's not like
anyone gets ripped off.

It's just sometimes how the game's played.

I'd like to give Davenport
the benefit of the doubt,

but I completely understand if
you're not comfortable with that.

If you feel like, you know,
you have to tell Melissa.

Nice reverse psychology.

Okay. Let's say that I was
willing to bludgeon my integrity

for the sake of Graham Connor
and his favorite client.

I'm still pretty sure
that "he made 'em up"

wouldn't be the end of the
discussion for Melissa.

Okay, well how... How about this?

You could say that he realized the
dealer was Eggert Meyer in Bruges,

who, for all Davenport knows,
was the actual dealer.

I happen to know that all
of Meyer's business records

were destroyed in the fire
before he died.

You know, you've never let
me take you out to dinner?

(chuckles)

I could fill you in on
all the details then.

Dinner? To discuss a dead Belgian dealer's
business records. Sounds exciting.

That's going to be like 5%
of the conversation, max.

And you know my interest in you
has nothing to do with work.

- Really?
- Really.

Well then, maybe we'll
start with lunch sometime.

They said I should wait here.

Dad still acting like he could
run a marathon tomorrow?

Yeah. He's in complete denial, like
the heart attack never happened.

Our reservation's at 8:00. We should
probably leave. I need this dress.

Uh... I received a troubling
phone call today.

From who?

Alex White.

East Hampton Alex White?

Yes.

Apparently her nanny is
friends with your nanny.

Did she say that Monica was smoking pot?

Because I could have sworn I
smelled it on her the other day.

No. It's about Miles.

What about Miles?

That he had sex with Monica.

That's ridiculous.

I'm just telling you what she said.
I thought you should know.

She's a very flighty girl, Roxanna.

Maybe she said she'd like
to have sex with him.

I doubt that, Clarissa. Look, I heard
something else last year as well.

I...

Something about an intern at work.

I didn't want to say anything
because I heard it was a rumor...

It's no secret that you don't like Miles.
You never have.

But to spread hurtful lies
is really despicable.

Maybe you should ask him if it's true.

So he thinks I don't trust him? No way.

Not wanting to believe something
doesn't make it untrue.

You know, I think I'd rather
have dinner with Miles.

(knock on door)

Hey, hey!

See? You're not the only
surprise visit guy.

Look who it is.

I decided you were right.
More opportunities down here.

Crash as long as you want.
I poured you some coffee.

Dude, tell me we're not sharing a bed.

Yeah. Is that cool?

(chuckles) No. You get the bed.
I'm going to stay with a friend.

Oh, man, if I had known I was
throwing you out of your own place...

Forget it. We're brothers, remember?

How you doing? Better?

Yeah, a little. You know, I think I am.

So what's the plan? What're
you going to do down here?

I have an interview tomorrow.

You do? That's great!

Do you know anywhere I
could score some blow?

I thought you quit that.

I'm just nervous about the interview. I
just want to be high energy, on my game.

And I thought your brother
might know someone.

No. No, I don't like owing him any favors.
But I'll figure something else out.

- Great. Yeah.
- Listen, I got to get to work.

- Yeah, man.
- Mi casa, su casa.

All right.

All right, man. Good to see you, buddy.

See ya, man.

So, did you like that outfit?

I picked that up at a
serious costume joint.

And I'm not talking Halloween serious,
I mean a place that movies use.

Joey, Ms. Zammit decided
against the pre-sale.

She wants to go ahead with the auction.

But didn't you say I made a dynamite offer?

What has she got, a screw loose?

Well, I mean, she just
thinks that she can make

more money at auction. I disagreed, but...

She didn't like my French routine.

Doesn't think that the short guy who
didn't go to college is worthy.

Look, I thought it was pretty funny.

If you're such a regular guy,
like me, what are you doing here?

Earning a living.

And I love art.

You know why I love what I do?

There's no pretending, no looking
down your nose at anyone.

If what I've seen here is
any indication, I, uh...

I think I'll stick to
the sandwich business.

You know what Zammit told me?

"It's not about the money."

We both know it's always
about the money. Right?

If you want to have the last laugh,
auctions is the great equalizer.

If you win, you win. There's
nothing they can do.

Yeah, I don't feel comfortable with that
bidding thing. When to start, stop...

It doesn't matter.
Let me handle that for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

If, hypothetically, I had been in contact
with the greatest forger of our lifetime...

Then I would be at your service.

There's one thing I'd ask you to change.

What's that?

The number.

The number?

Of forgeries. Right now we
have one, the Van Gogh,

which by your estimate would bring
in 40 to 50 million dollars.

But no one knows what else
is in the collection.

If there's an undiscovered Van Gogh, who's
to say there isn't an undiscovered Vermeer?

You're crazy.

There's already a Metsu and
a Mieris in the collection.

A Vermeer would be entirely plausible.

Or I could express my
authenticity concerns.

Look,

even if all the experts that the
estate could bring in are fooled,

I'm assuming it's that good.
But if it's not...

One more.

Outstanding. So, when do I meet him?

Look, if we're going to be partners,

we need to be open and
honest with each other.

He's in Germany.

Avery's Challenger 650 is at
my disposal and standing by.

So, when do we leave?

You come here without the vase.

I am starting to wonder if
you really have it at all.

The vase was damaged. But we have
something even more valuable,

that for your understanding we would
give to you for an even better price.

The Mask of Warka.

Hmm.

Should I imagine it? Where is it?

Where it can't be damaged like the vase.
Now the price we agreed on...

50,000. No more.

What if the price became nothing? Zero?

This mask, which is easily worth a million,
in exchange for this price reduction,

you or someone of your choice,
would provide to us a service.

What kind of service?

We have an untrustworthy partner.

I'm sure you can appreciate how his
removal would make our lives easier.

You want me to kill him?

Why don't you do it yourselves?

That would cause complications
with our other partner.

How you doing?

All right.

That's the guy's name, address, phone
number, D.O.B. and social. That enough?

Yeah. Great. Now listen,
I want to talk to you.

Can I get my money and talk later?

Come on. Sit down. I want to talk to you.

- Really?
- Yeah. Come on. Sit down.

I don't want you doing this stuff anymore.

It beats the shit out of
working at Starbucks.

You wanted me doing it
when you needed something.

Yeah, well, now I don't. Okay?

Plus, you know, I feel
like I got you in on it.

Take credit if you want, man.

But I was wiping my mom's
parking tickets when I was 11.

I want you to focus on college.

Have you thought about
where you want to apply?

No.

How 'bout this, okay?

Instead of the 500 now, I pay all
your college application fees?

I checked on-line, they can
be a hundred bucks a shot.

- You apply to five, six places...
- I'll take the cash.

Hey, look, I'm trying to help you.
You don't want my help?

Come on. You're killing me, Sol.

Do you really think you
could ruin my marriage?

You're more than capable of ruining
your marriage without my help.

I know it was you that
told Clarissa those lies.

Maybe you should be more concerned
about me telling her the truth.

Jesus, Roxanna.

This 15-year-old grudge thing
is getting a little stale.

You're so delusional! It's sick!

That bullshit...

about the nanny and me...

that could only come from you.

So now we can add "liar" to
"sleeping with clients,"

to whatever the hell you're
up to with the Swift account.

If you don't get your hands off
of me, I'm calling security.

I'll be running this place one day.

Who the hell are you? I thought
you were a delivery guy.

I lied. We need to talk, Henry.

What do you want? I don't have any
money, okay? Take the computer!

Relax. If I wanted to rob someone,
it wouldn't be a slacker like you.

Then what do you want?

You lied...

and told Artsnitch that the Brukner
Collection included stolen items.

That was a bad idea.

I'll retract it. I just heard it from...

Shut up and listen. Here's
what you're going to do.

You're going to tell Artsnitch
that it was only DeGraaf's

that thinks some pieces are stolen.

And the next day you're going to
write that the whole thing...

DeGraaf's, the stolen items... is wrong.

You will write that after
checking your sources,

you now know that the whole
thing is fabricated.

Who are you?

I'm the guy that's going to smash
your face in with this ashtray

if you don't do exactly what I told you.

- The guest room.
- (scoffs)

Why don't want to stay
at your mother's again?

The mattress sags. It's
like sleeping in a crater.

Uh-huh.

You want a drink?

Yes, thank you.

And the real reason?

I don't know. I don't really
want to talk about it.

How much have I taught you, Graham?

Yeah. You've taught me a lot.

About art. Art collectors.

Your stock-in-trade.
Your pathway to success.

So, don't you think you owe me at least
a modicum of honesty and openness?

Can't help if I don't
know what the problem is.

There's a lot going on... right now.

Hassan?

And more.

And I don't think I've had a
decent night's sleep in two weeks.

Well, that part's easy. I mean, I have
virtually every single sleeping pill

known to man.

I've been... I've been thinking
a lot about Sanaa, too.

From the museum?

Yeah.

Have you, um... Have you
ever seen a shrink?

No. Have you?

For over 30 years, dear boy.

(Graham laughing)

What? What? What's so funny?

Yeah, it must really be working.

Well, if I hadn't it'd be a lot
worse than this, I can assure you.

Yeah, too bad.

You should think about it.

Maybe.

I'll, um... I'll get that Ambien.

And I don't recommend taking it with this.

Not unless you want a massive
hangover in the morning.

(phone ringing)

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_

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You are not Iraqi.
How do you know Sanaa?

Yeah. We worked together a few years ago.

I see. Can you hold, please?

Yeah, I'll hold.

I'm sorry, Sanaa no longer works here.

Thank you. Thanks.

(sighs)

(Graham chuckling)

It's good to be king, huh?

I needed a diversion after
that blog post bullshit.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Does DeGraaf's have some
kind of beef with you?

Why would they? They're kissing my ass.

They want my account just the same as you.

They're the source of that blog post.

Bullshit.

Who told you that?

A former employee who still
has friends over there.

And the same blogger posted it today.

Look, see for yourself.

(Brukner scoffs)

Are you kidding me? First the
Swift account and now this.

I mean, Roxanna and I go way back.
I can't...

It wasn't Roxanna. It wasn't her,
it came from their London office.

What I don't get is why.

I mean, it pretty much hands us the
account, which I'll take, but...

That's why I asked if they
had a problem with you.

But like you said, it might not be true.

I'll ask her.

Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't.

I don't want them to trace
it back to my source.

Look, if you want I'll have the
blogger post a retraction.

Oh, really? And how're
you going to do that?

Because I can tell you right now,

I am not showing any sales receipts
and I am not paying out any bribes

to any pussy scumbag hiding
behind a computer keyboard.

I'll convince him it's
the decent thing to do.

Trust me. He'll see the light.

I would appreciate that.

A lot.

Ladies.

Mmm. Ah... there you go.

Volkov wants the mask
delivered to his office.

You know, the more I learn about
this deal, the less I like it.

We already made the deal,
so we are not backing out.

He's too powerful a man to make an enemy.

But if we treat him as
a friend, we could...

Guys like him don't have friends.

You know, what... What if he
made a deal with the Feds, huh?

How do you say... (in Arabic)?

Paranoid.

Is that how you choose to
live your life? Paranoid?

Yeah. It is. And that's
why I'm going with you,

'cause I don't want you changing the price

or making some new deal
that screws me over.

(in Arabic)

- Asshole doesn't trust us!
- Of course he does.

It's asshole, not "ass-hole."

Keep your cock in your pants.

Tomorrow at 10:00 P.M.

I still think you should let them go alone.

(Graham sighs)

You said yourself, Volkov
is a dangerous man.

I'm not ready to delegate,
at least not to them.

At least take this with you.

- Is that...
- No, of course not. It's a different one.

You're not coming?

No. This is their crazy deal.

Watch your back, Tommy.

Sold! For $1.2 million!

Up next is item number 422.

Perhaps the most notable bicorne
hat of this or any other age,

worn by no less a personage than
Napoleon Bonaparte himself.

Shall we start the bidding then?
At one million dollars.

I have one million. Thank you, sir.

You see this?

Brukner went with Parke-Mason.

That's very disappointing news.

The turnout's pretty good.

We'll highlight the Diebenkorn, the
Vermeer and of course, the Van Gogh.

Brukner went with Parke-Mason.

Confidence is a very
admirable trait, sweetheart.

Overconfidence is not.

Do I hear 2.1? I have 2.1. Thank you.
Do I hear 2.2?

2.2.

From the lady in the blue dress?

I have 2.2. Do I hear 2.3 from
the gentleman in the front row?

2.3? 2.3?

Anyone? Fair and final warning then.

Sold! To the young lady for $2.2 million!

Congratulations.

So, it's really mine?

Yeah. It's like I told you, you can
have whoever you want bid for you.

Can I hold it again?

Do whatever you want. It's yours.

(exclaiming)

(clears throat)

Excuse my French, but being a douche
bag just cost you a hundred grand.

(Silver laughs)

Sir, if you wouldn't mind
celebrating off of the stage?

Huh?

Lift arms. Lift!

(clicking tongue)

This way.

You like?

She's my wife.

The mask is for her.

Yeah. It's nice.

(gunshots)

(in Russian)

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