All language subtitles for American Night

[Asia] 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.

["Joker and the Thief"
by Wolfmother begins]

["Joker and the Thief" continues]

Now this is a much more effective stance
for killing a man with a golf club, right,

which is completely different
with the proper stance

with killing a man with a baseball bat.

[bouncer] Fuck! Get the fuck out!

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.

A matter of balance, all right?

It's the angle,
it's the 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.

[car horn honks]

[brass bell jingles]

[screams]

It's time. They're all here.

[man singing "Ave Maria"
over speakers distantly]

[overlapping chatter]

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.

[laughter]

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

to the end.

["Ave Maria" continues over speakers]

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.

[Tony] 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.

[airplane engine roars]

[woman over PA] This is a security
announcement. Please do not...

[grunts]

Manhattan it is, sir.

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

[man] Let's move it, please.
Let's go!

[car tires screeching]

[Shakey] 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.

[car tires squealing]

Can you go faster, please?

Faster, faster.

- Faster, go faster.
- What?

- Faster! Faster!
- [driver shouting]

Faster! Faster!

What the fuck!
What's going on?

[rapid gunfire]

[snoring]

[tires screeching]

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

[grunts]

[woman screams]

[shouting in native language]

[car horn honks]

Get the fucking
out from my taxi!

Get out!

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

[shower running]

[man on TV] 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,

without a doubt one of the greatest
fighters in the world...

[Shakey gasps]

.. . 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.

[busy signal]

Hello? Fuck.

[sighs]

I went by the bank. Here.

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

[Asia] Place the painting
inside of the bag

and then get out
as fast as you can.

[Shakey] You mean I
shouldn’t wait for the money?

[Asia] These
are your instructions.

Please don 't argue.

This package
is worth a fortune.

This is your last chance.
No more mistakes.

I would like to buy
one of your gym bags.

[brass bell jingles]

[bouncer] You 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,
it's the speed of the swing.

All right,
one huevos rancheros.

- And your fork, sir.
- Thank you.

[Vincent] 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 worstjobs.

[chuckles]

What brings you to New York?

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.

["Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter"
by Bruce Dickinson playing faintly]

[brass bell jingles]

[indistinct chatter]

Whiskey.

Best Whiskey in town.

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

Everyone in New York has a problem.

["Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter"
continues faintly]

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

I gotta go.

Let me ask you something, Johnny.

You sleep through the night?

[brass bell jingles]

[screams]

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

Please.

["Heart of Glass"
by Blondie playing on jukebox]

Where is it?

[mumbling] I... I... I don't know.

Give me the package now.

[Shakey mumbles]

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

[mumbling]

[Shakey snores]

[gunmen laugh]

Freeze, police.

[crowd screaming]

Finish him.

["Heart of Glass" continues]

- [Cobain groans]
- [Janis screams]

The fuck!

[groans]

All the worst jobs.

Come on.

["Heart of Glass" continues]

Welcome to America.

[sirens wailing]

Let's go after them.

[song fades]

["Le Renard Passe" by Gabrielle Valyan
feat. Leo Paz playing on stereo]

It's authentic.

[song continues faintly]

- [phone beeps]
- [line ringing]

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--

[Michael] Whatpainting
are you talking about?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

The Mario Schifano.

Mario Schifano's Coca-Cola.

[cellphone clatters]

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?

Now imagine notjust 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 Filhrer, 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?

[knock on door]

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 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.

[young Michael coughing and retching]

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.

- What about the gallery?
- I got a plan.

You keep playing it cool
like it's nothing.

[deep sigh]

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

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.

[distant thunder rumbles]

Hey.

[sighs] Thanks.

[muffled chatter]

[sighs]

[woman sobs]

- [muffled chatter]
- [sobbing continues]

[sighs]

- [rain pattering]
- [thunderclap]

[siren wailing]

[sighs]

[Sarah] Open your eyes, John.

Open your eyes.

[John] 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.

[groaning]

Two, the second thing is her eyes.

[grunts]

Three, her smile.

And four...

the smell of toast in the morning.

I Will not

feel this pain.

[Lord Morgan]
You're a great forger, Johnny,

but you sold your fake
to the wrong guy.

[John] I count the punches.

l taste my blood.

[grunt echoes]

I am crying.

Yes, I am crying.

I might faint.

I might die.

I will resist.

[dog barking]

[instrumental variation
of "Ave Maria" playing]

[distant horse neighing]

[chainsaw whirring]

Okay, okay, okay. Let's go.

- [man screaming and wailing]
- Shh, shh, shh!

- [parrot] Eat shit and die.
- [yelpS]

Eat shit and die.

[squawking]

[parrot] Eat shit and die.

- [chainsaw whirring]
- [knocking on door]

[man] He's here.

[chainsaw stops]

[door opens]

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.

I don't know anything.

I'm just a courier.

[chuckles]

[both laugh]

[parrot squawks]

Eat shit and die.

[laughter]

[Michael coughing]

Come here, little parrot.

Eat shit and die.

[coughing and groaning]

[wheezing]

Oh!

[Michael wheezing]

[phone rings]

[choking]

[knocking on door]

[phone continues ringing]

- [knocking on door]
- [bodyguard] Boss?

Boss?

Boss, you okay?

[phone ringing]

[Michael wheezing]

[sharp intake of breath]

[distant train horn]

[lively chatter]

[distant dance music playing]

[lively chatter]

[far distant sirens wail]

[distant train horn blows]

How are you feeling, New York?

[crowd cheering]

[woman] He's in the back.

[indistinct lively chatter]

- May I use the phone?
- Sure.

- And a vodka shot, please.
- Yeah, you got it.

[nearby chatter]

[telephone rings]

[doorman] All right, all right,
let's stand back, folks.

- [man] There he is.
- [man 2] Hey! Hey!

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

[man 1] Look this way, pal.

- Hey, John!
- Just one photo!

[man] I heard about that.

[man 2] A new, new artist
I've been hearing about.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

- Bravo.
- Fuck off.

- I've gotta talk to you.
- What's on your face?

Don't ask.

[silenced gunshot]

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.

[phone beeps]

The package is in transit.

[gong resounds]

[blade sings]

[swords clanking]

- [hoist whirrs]
- Oh, fuck!

- [grunts]
- [director] Cut.

- Fuck it!
- [klaxon blares]

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?

Right, do we have it? I don't know.

[hoist whirrs]

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.

- [drill whirring]
- [hammering]

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.

[grunting]

Step-brother.

I'm sorry, John.

Please forgive me, all right? I fucked up.

[softly] Yeah.

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

I promise you.

[sighs]

You're out of luck.

I don't have anything.

- [knocking on door]
- 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.

After this, you're on your own.

Okay, thanks.

- [shower running]
- [TV playing indistinct]

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.
- [man] Hey.

- Hey.
- Vinny, 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.

["Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmaster
playing muffled]

[siren wailing]

- [soldering iron crackling]
- [distant honking]

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.

[crackling]

- Holy fucking shitballs.
- Oh, my God.

Whoo! Oh, my God!

Whoo! Yes!

Congrats, John.

Thank you.

[hammers pounding]

- See you later.
- Yeah.

["Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter"
by Bruce Dickinson playing]

[distant thunderclap]

[sighs]

[woman sobs]

- [door unlocks]
- [sobbing continues]

[sobbing continues]

Hey.

You all right?

- 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.

[Vincent] Empty your mind.

Be formless, shapeless...

like water.

[heavy traffic sounds]

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 among them.

Right, the Schifano.

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

Surely a person used to dealing
with Cézannes 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 out 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-hmm, 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 my 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.

[audience applauding]

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.

[audience titters]

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.

[laughter]

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.

[traditional Asian music]

You're crazy.

There's an audience full of people.

- I don't care.
- [laughing]

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.

- [audience applauding]
- [woman] 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.

[audience applauding]

Now... [light chuckle]

Who wants to know how
this painting was stolen?

[phone rings]

Can I call you back?

I was waiting for you for two hours.
Where are you?

[softly] Fuck.

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

[honking]

[phone beeps and thuds]

[knocking on door]

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.

- [blow lands]
- [loud grunting]

[chuckles]

- 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.
- Mm.

This is a fantastic place.

Must have cost you a lot.

Let me guess, you snatched the financing
from some arrogant trust fund kid.

Uaughs]

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.

[grunting]

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've 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.
- Right.

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 ease! 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?

Uaughs]

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.
- [sighs]

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...
orjust 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.

[crowd chanting indistinctly]

No more excuses!

No more excuses! No more excuses!

[man] No more excuses!

No more excuses!
No more excuses!

[sign crackles and sizzles]

- 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.

Always an excuse ready.

Your pretty words are not enough anymore.

- I understand.
- [scoffs] 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...
- [glass shatters]

Shit! Wait here.

Hey, what the fuck?

...to move your stuff out.

...with the man!
Down with the man!

Down with the man!
Down with the man!

[chanting continues]

Hey. Hey!

Down with the man! Down with the man!

Down with the man!
Down with the man!

[chanting continues]

[siren blurps]

[weeping softly]

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.

[phone rings]

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.

[protest leader] What do we want?

[protestors] People over profits!

- What do we want?
- People over profits!

[chanting continues]

[priest] 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.

[Tony] 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.

[Vincent] 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.

[shuriken rings]

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.

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?

How about going out instead?

[soft scoff]

[sighs]

Maybe some other time.

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

and I really wanna pay you back.

So you coming?

[sighs]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[audience applauding]

J“ Mirror on the wall J“

J“ Will we rise or fall? J"

J“ It's a miracle J“

J“ It's a beautiful thing J“

J“ It's so magical
how you make my heart sing J“

J“ Am I wastin’ time J”

J“ Looking for the sun J“

J“ Where do we go from here J“

J“ It's not really clear how J“

J“ Such a winding roadJ‘

J“ I just need to know now J“

- Come on! [grunts]
- Oh, no! [laughs]

J“ 'Cause you're fading out of sight J“

J“ Getting lost in American night J“

J“ And I'm waking up to find J“

J“ Well, I’m falling J”

J“ I keep falling J“

J“ For you J”

J“ Oooh J“

J“ For you. J“

[applause]

I've always heard about these secret gigs,

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

- [emcee] So we'll take a short break,
- Thank you.

but we'll hang around for the next guest.

- Cheers.
- Oh.

You made art sexy.

- [laughs]
- 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.

[piano playing]

How dare you!

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

[soft laughter]

I'm joking.

[John] Wow.

What do you say we get out of here?

Okay.

[shower running]

[Katie] 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.

Sarah!

[low] Fuck. [loudly] Sarah!

Sarah!

[tires screeching]

Sarah! God, Sarah!

Come back!

I'm sorry!

It's a difficult time.

It's okay. I have to go anyway.

[soft sobs]

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

What happened? You look awful.

Thank you.

Do you want me to go in 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.

In tuffo sulla citta.

The piece currently resides

in the safety deposit box of a numbered
account in Switzerland.

Thank you, Olivia.

[Olivia, softly] Ahem.

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.

[both speaking Mandarin]

[doorbell rings faintly]

Still feel like showing me your paintings?

[distant siren walls]

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.

[phone beeping]

[line ringing]

Come on.

Hey, I got it.

[woman screams]

[man cries out]

[man] What the hell was that?

[distant screams and shouts]

[weeping softly]

[enraged cry]

[weeping softly]

[distant sirens approaching]

[traffic noise]

[rustling]

Here you are, fucking me over again.

How are you feeling, New York?

- ["Gosh" by Jamie XX playing]
- [crowd screaming]

[man] Mr. Kaplan. John,
over here, just one shot.

[man 2] Mr. Kaplan, just one photo.

- [man 3] Over here, man.
- [man] Just one quick shot.

[man 2] One more, over here, pal.

[man] It's very unique.

[bartender] Another round?

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

There's no doubt in my mind.

- Let's go look.
- Cheers.

["Gosh" by Jamie XX continues]

[indistinct chatter]

- Bravo.
- Fuck off.

I've gotta talk to you.

What's on your face?

Don't ask.

To the woman who made this all happen.

John, this is the artist...

[applause]

Michael Rubino.

You will be hearing a lot about him.

Pleasure.

The pleasure's mine, Mr. Rubino.

[dance music playing]

One more.

Fred, give me a vodka on ice.

Wow. [laughs]

Give me one.

Shakey.

[breathy laugh]

- This is a great show.
- [Vincent] 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.

- Crystal.

What's the difference
between American and night?

[laughter]

You'll have to find that out yourself.

I like it.

[Crystal cries out]

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.

[groaning] Sorry.

[door handle rattles]

[car alarm blaring]

[tires screeching]

- Let's go, let's go. Let's go. Come on.
- [John] Who the fuck was that?

[tires screeching]

We're gonna be filthy rich.

["Tonight The Streets Are Ours"
by Richard Hawley playing]

[sharp gasps]

Oh, my God!

Who the fuck are you?

- [car horn blasts]
- [screams]

[tires screeching]

["Tonight The Streets Are Ours" continues]

Shit.

Are you guys all right?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, are you okay?

[slurred] You shouldn't be driving drunk.

You shouldn't be driving drunk.

[tires screeching]

[speaking foreign language]

[song continues]

Wake up. Come on.

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

[Asia] A pleasure
to see you again, Shakey.

Bitch.

[speaking foreign language]

[speaking Mandarin]

Go in.

[tires screech]

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.
- [knocking on door]

- Who...
- Hey.

Thanks.

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 out '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.

- [bottles clink]
- Here.

[groans] 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.

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

Bring Marilyn,
and we won't hurt her.

[engine turns over]

Katie?

I can help you. I know who took Sarah.

Who is this?

Yeah, who is this?

[music playing over loudspeakers]

[hissing]

Sarah!

[Sarah] John?

Sarah! Sarah!

John!

- Sarah!
-John!

[Vincent] What's going on here?
What's happening?

[woman] He's got a gun!

No, don't hurt my baby!

[man] He's over there.

JohnlJohn!

- Sarah!
-John!

Sarah!

JohnlJohn!

Sarah!

[John] Sarah! Sarah!

[man] He's upstairs.
Where'd he go, Where'd he go?

[pained grunt]

[man] He's up there!

[woman] Oh, my God!

[man] 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.

[Michael] 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.

The y're probably wondering
if I have the cojones

to hold power and handle
my father's empire.

[women scream]

Why did I do it?

Because I never could stand them.

First, [never believed in oligarchy.

I prefer old school.

Just one ruthless leader.

Second... [sighs]

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.

The 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.

[grunts]

[groans in pain]

[sighs]

["Invaders Must Die"
by The Prodigy playing]

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?

- 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.

[semiautomatic gunfire]

Whoo!

[John] Shalom, angel of death.

[Michael] Whoo!

[John] 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?

[distant gunshots]

This was supposed to be
a trade between gentlemen.

I'm gonna choose
my words carefully.

Go fuck yourself.

Fuck! [groans]

My God.

Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

Nicky?

Hang it up.

[sighs]

Fuck! Yes!

Time for a toast.

- [glasses clink]
- Yes, it is.

You're back at home at last.

Whoo!

- [groans]
- [thud]

Now leave me with Mr. Kaplan.

[cocks pistol]

[shuriken whipping]

Drop it.

You can't stop water.

- [wheezy chuckle]
- [gunshot]

- [groans]
- Whoo!

Who the fuck is this guy?

Goodbye, John Kaplan.

- [exhales sharply]
- You know, I would have really liked...

a friend like you.

[automatic gunfire]

[shoufing]

[groans]

Whoo! Oh! Whoo!

Fuck that!

[groans]

[laughing]

[Vincent, pained] Johnny.

Go. Go find Sarah.

- Sarah?

Sarah! Sarah!

[panel crashes]

Sarah! Sarah!

Sarah!

[screams]

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah! Sarah!

[softly]
All right, fuck.

Come on. [huffs]

[glass shatters]

Shit.

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.

[grunts] Come on!

Come on.

Igotyou.

- I got you, buddy.
- Thank you.

You saved me.

[explosion]

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.

[smaller explosion]

Do you take this man...

- to be your...
- Yes.

I do. Yes, I do.

I love you.

I love you so much.

[coughs]

John?

You can't come where I'm going.

John?

Night is falling...

and I'm going into the night.

open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

John.John?

John?

-kwmm
- [soft music playing]

[Sarah exhales]

It's the original.

John wanted you to have it.

["Joker and the Thief"
by Wolfmother playing]

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.

["Joker and the Thief" continues]

[distant traffic sounds]

[sighs]

Follow her.

J“ Mirror on the wall J“

J“ Will we rise or fall J“

J“ It's a miracle, it's a beautiful thing J“

J“ It's magical
how you make my heart sing J“

J“ Am I wasting time J“

J“ Looking for the signs J“

J“ Where do we go from here
it's not really clear how J“

J“ Such a winding road,
I just need to know now J“

J“ 'Cause you're fading out of sight J“

J“ Getting lost in American night J“

J“ And I'm waking up to find J“

J“ I’m falling J‘

J“ Keep falling J“

J“ For you J“

J“ For you J“

J“ For you J“

J“ Oh, yeah J“

J“ Falling, falling, falling J“

J“ Falling,
falling, falling J“

[vocalizing]

J“ 'Cause you're fading out of sight J“

J“ Getting lost, getting lost J“

J“ Getting lost in American night J“

J“ 'Cause you're fading out of sight J“

J“ Getting lost in American night J“

J“ And I'm waking up to find J“

J“ I’m falling J‘

J“ Keep falling J“

J“ For you. J“