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Posthumous

[narrator]
Death.

Death is a funny thing.

See, people usually think
it's about being in the
wrong place wrong time.

In this story,

it's about being in
the right place
at the right time.

But I'm probably
getting ahead of myself.

It all started with the bees.

They're dying.
And no one knows why.

They just leave their hives
and disappear.

But why should we
care about the bee?

Well...

bees pollinate our food supply.

With their demise,
our own is not far behind.

Still, in our human world,
who has time
to think about the bees

when there are clearly
much more...

serious issues at hand.

Kaleb's art can be viewed
as deeply rooted in the pop
minimalism of Aureur or Baer.

A continuation of
their dialogue.

[indistinct chatter]

I feel like
I'm back at the office.

[man]
Daniel?

-Oh, Eric, good to see you.
-Hey, good to see you.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-How's New York
been treating you?
-Can't complain.

I just bought a spectacular
four bedroom condo in Tribeca
that we're having renovated

and, uh, yeah, it's good.

Hmm. And how long
are you in Berlin for?

Uh, a few more weeks,
with this project.

Good. Good.

So what do you think?

I like that the composition
is almost painterly.

My only concern is the timing.

-I mean, if we went with him
for the opening--
-Enough.

Why don't I introduce you
to him and the two of you
can work it out?

Sure.

I'll be right back.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking in German]

-I do not speak--
-It's for my art blog.

-Okay.
-Wow, that's awesome.

Oh, God.

Here, the link's on the card.

Okay. Okay.

[thudding]

[man grunting]

Oh, shit.

Hey, Daniel, I think
you gotta come down.

We have a little situation here.

Should I try to stop him?

Can you calm down
so we can talk about this?

I guess not.

Oh, for Christ's sake,
Liam, just stop it!

You know what? You don't
give me a show for three years

and you let that amateur
display his Tetris games.

Kaleb is a very exciting
digital artist.

-Exciting?
-Yes.

It's copy and paste
cerebral crap.

It's got no fucking heart.

For Christ's sake,
I expected more from you.

From me? Look at you.

You're the, the walking dead.

You have to get out
of the rut you've been in.

Rut? I'm not in a bloody rut.

I work every single minute
of every single day.

You know, it's people like you
is the reason that...

Art is this, this
product to sell.

But it's not.

It 's a process that takes
time to explore.

Oh, yes, your explorations,
your artistic integrity.

I haven't heard that one before.

And while you're
on your process,

what am I supposed to do
to keep the lights on here?

Look, Liam. I love you
very much, you know that.

But I'm very sorry, I
cannot sell your stuff now.

But, but, but I've watched you
turn this whole thing
on its head.

Your last show was a disaster.

I told you I wasn't
ready for that show
but you insisted.

The art world has a short
memory, I was trying to save you
from being obsolete.

And quite honestly, this
starving artist persona
is completely passe.

You have to practical now.

Want me to do? You want me to
make a painting to match
someone's fucking couch?

I never said you should.
You've got talent, all right?

No-one's questioning that.

You and I both know
that talent only goes so far
in this business.

Well, if that's true...

I might as well
just kill myself.

Very dramatic, huh?

Why does everything always
have to be life
and death with you?

You're impossible.
I have no time for this.

Oh, just leave it.

Your client just asked me
to change my timing.

If one more person asks me
a stupid question...
we're done

It's a misunderstanding, Kaleb.
It's a misunder--

-And I think you know
exactly where I'm going.
-I don't.

[indistinct chatter]

What's this about?

Oh, nothing.

It's just one of Daniel's
artists, Liam Price.

He was a hot shot years ago,
but, you know...

His period kinda
came down recently,

so he became a bit unhappy.

But he will be fine, trust me.

A bit dramatic.

Artists.

[mechanical whirring]

Did you know that there are
250,000 words
in the English language?

It seems like a lot,
but I do not know.

There are all these great words
in other languages

that say things that
we just can't say in English.

And what is it
that you want to say?

I guess nothing specific, but
it's an interesting idea, right?

For example, there is tartle

which is Scottish for the act
of hesitating
while introducing someone,

because you've
forgotten their name.

Or jayus which is Indonesian
for a joke that is
so poorly told

and so not funny
that one has to laugh.

I feel like I must miss out on
so much by only speaking
one language.

Now that I'm not working
I should to learn German.

Don't bother.
Trust me, German...

is an impossibly difficult
language to learn.

At least that's what I heard.

Here's one for you.

Cafuné.

The act of tenderly
running one's fingers
through someone's hair.

Portuguese.

[chuckling]

♪

[metallic squeaking]

[mumbling]

[leaves crunching]

[speaking in German]

[humming]

Come, Kunst.

[dog whining]

[man]
We found this book
next to the body.

These are Liam's, yeah.

Do you really think
this was a suicide?

We get a lot of jumpers
on those tracks.

[speaking in German]

Did he have any family
we should contact?

Not that I know of.

When was the last time
you spoke to Mr. Price?

Just yesterday.

And did he say anything
that might lead one to believe
he might have been suicidal?

No any more than usual.

What exactly did he say?

Well, something like, uh...

"I might as well kill myself. "
but you know, it's ...

I'm sorry,
but this didn't alarm you?

[speaking in German]

Look, I work with artists.

Being depressed and dramatic
is practically
in the job description.

If I paid heed to every...

I was his dealer,
not his psychiatrist.

[speaking German]

We're going to need someone
to come ID the body.

[hinges squeaking]

[screaming]

[speaking in German]

Yeah.

Good.

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking in German]

♪

♪

I'm sorry,
the gallery is not open.

I'm not here for the exhibition.

One of your artists.

The one who started the fire.

Yup. Terrible.

I was up all night
looking at those images of his
you posted on your blog.

May I come in?

I love that you shared
his sketchbook.
It feels so intimate.

Do you have it here?
Would you mind showing it to me?

[speaking in German]

Daniel.

Bring me a bottle of
Belle Epoque 2004.

We're celebrating.

Look, I do not know that
this is what Liam would have
exactly wanted.

This is what
any artist would want.

You sold everything you owned
of his at auction last year.

-It was a sellers' market.
-You screwed him, Arman.

Dumping all his stuff at once,
it scared everyone.

Look, let's not
harp on the past.

You can't buy
publicity like this.

Daniel.

Figure out the inventory.
Make a selection.

Put together a show.
And then I'll buy half of it.

Face it.

Dying is the smartest
career move Liam's ever made.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

How something tragic
can give birth...

to such... beauty.

[engine revving]

[melancholic music]

♪

[metallic clanking]

Hello?

[screaming]

Would you get...
What the fuck?

What the hell are you doing?

What am I doing?

What are you doing?

You're not dead.

What are you talking about?
What do you want?

Don't touch that!
Do not touch anything!

Where the hell have you been?

What the, what the fuck
do you care?

I don't believe this.

I'm so glad you didn't...

But everybody thinks you're...

How am I going to explain now?

I've already sold half the...

How am I going to explain that?

I think I've twisted
my ankle, shit.

Yeah, have some aspirin.

Aspirin's not going to fix this.

-Liam?
-What are you doing here?
How'd you even get in ?

Your landlord gave me the key.

Oh, don't tell me you're helping
him evict me.
That's what I fucking need.

No, no, no, no, no.
I, uh, I mean...

Tell me, Liam...

are these, are these new?

Don't touch that. If you touch
anything in this studio,
I'll break your fucking fingers.

I'm not kidding.

I knew you've been working,
Liam, but these are good.

Oh, fuck off,
of course they're good.

Is that why you came here,
to tell me how good I am
all of a sudden?

Well, no, I, uh...

Actually, I, I, I was
told that, uh...

What?

Liam, actually I was told
that you were...

-Dead?
-So what?

Well, I mean, I did some
research and it seemed

that he was pretty
successful when he was young.

and I think there's
a very interesting story
there about how

sensationalism and drama--

We are not Artnet, McKenzie.

You know we don't
do art reviews.

This is not an art review.

I know I didn't leave
on the best of terms,

but you said that I could
contact you
if I had a good story, and--

Did I say that?

Yes.

Look, this guy Liam

He dedicated his entire life
to his work,
and his work is good

and then he has
this moment where he--

goes off the deep end,
but that does that say
about our culture when

when that's what it take to--

Tell you what, why don't you
send me something in an email?

Okay, okay, Okay.

Great to hear from you.

Justin, where did you
put those pine cones?

What are you doing?

So what you're saying
is my being dead
is actually better for business?

Liam, you must realize that
selling art is as much
about selling a story

as it is about
the actual art it self.

Yeah, well, going by your last
show, you'd probably sell a
piece of dog shit

if the story is good enough.

Oh, Liam.

I'm awfully glad
you're still with us.

And I'm sorry I've haven't
said this to you before, but...

I'm gonna say it now.

I think you have something
that I never had.

A gift.

And it would really pain me
to see you waste it.

So what now?

Well, I guess I'll have to tell
Arman to cancel the show.

Wait.

What if you didn't?

What?

You just said art's
about selling a story.

So why not let them
have their story?

I do not know.

It's risky.

Exact. What's art without risk?

This is different.
And we're dealing with some
very powerful people here.

Then we wouldn't wanna
disappoint him, now, would we?

I do not know.

You want what's best
for both of us, right?

That way, I can be free
to create what I want,

and you can sell
what you need to sell.

What if you never
saw me here today?

I see your point, yes.

I guess I could wait
till after the show to...

explain the
little misunderstanding.

But you would have to keep
a very low profile.

In that case, you better
get yourself down to the store.

I'm out.

[indistinct chatter]

Careful, careful.

Right here. Yes.

[pre-war style music playing]

[whistling]

♪

So what do you think?

I...

had my doubts.

But you really pulled through.

It's a wonderful show.

Thank you. Thank you.

Camille, what a surprise,
you look as sublime
and sophisticated as always.

I came into town a day earlier.

I thought I'd drop in.

Pay my respects.

Thank you. Liam
would have appreciated it.

There's been a lot of
hype about Mr. Price and

I wasn't sure if this was
merely a case of
emperor's new clothes.

And so what do you think?

Are you going to expose us
by revealing
the Emperor's nakedness?

Not just yet.

I think the view is better
from the inside.

Maybe.

Gracias.

Oh, hello.
Uh, thanks for coming.

Where's Erik?

Oh, he must be held up at work,
but I'm sure he's on his way.

Ah, good, good. Excuse me.

What the...

[indistinct chatter]

-The work is so inspiring.
-It is.

[indistinct chatter]

Yes, but you have to see it.
The artist is interesting,
it's close to...

Good to see you. Thank you.

...a fusion of chaos
and horror in his work.

This piece, for example, seems
to challenge the viewer
to explore the rules

encoded in the psyche
that shape our aesthetics.

No.

[speaking in Spanish]

Fancy show, you've put on here.

I'm sorry, sir,
you can not smoke in here.

Says who?

Liam, what part of "low profile"
didn't you understand?

Someone could recognize you.

Relax. You hardly recognized me.

Get out of here right now.

I'm sorry, am I interrupting?

No, no, no, we're just ...

So, how are you
enjoying the show, um...

-McKenzie.
-McKenzie. That's right.

It's inspired.
Thank you for the invitation.

You know, I didn't realize
that he was so popular.

He wasn't.

I'm a writer.

and I'm very interested
in doing a story on Liam

and I would love to sit down
and talk with you--

-I appreciate your interest--
-That's wonderful, we love
stories, don't we, Daniel?

-Sorry, who are you?
-Ignore him, he's a student.

Actually, I was very
close with Liam.

-Oh, no, he isn't, he wasn't.
-Really? How so?

It's all right, Daniel.

I'm Liam's brother, Jackson.

Oh, I didn't realize Liam
had a brother.

Most people didn't.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

So rude of me not to
introduce myself. I am--

McKenzie. I know. I heard.

-Excuse us.
-Excuse us.

Hey, watch the suit!

Everything is going just
as planned. What the hell do you
think you're doing here?

You agreed to this, remember?.

For you to sabotage both
our careers, I never
agreed to that.

Liam.

Liam, this is what
you've always wanted.

For the work to sell itself,
so that you can concentrate
on creating.

And after this,
what's the plan then?

Well, after the show, I'll...

I'll tell everyone
what happened, that I...

found you
in the studio, alive.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Where do I say I was
this entire time?

I do not know.
You're the creative one.
Make something up.

Jackson?

Can you follow that guy
on the bike there?

I think he's turning
down the street.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
I'm doing this.

Yeah.

To the left. He's going left.

-Can you wait just one minute
for me? Thanks.
-Okay.

♪

[squeaking]

[door closes]

[German programme on TV]

Oh, hey.

I'm sorry my dinner ran late.

Do not worry about it.
I didn't mean to wake you.
Go back to sleep.

-How was the show?
-Packed.

Daniel says there's already
a waiting list
for even his back-stock.

Unbelievable.

Don't worry, I made him an offer
that he can't refuse.

I did not know that you liked
Liam Price's work.

It's not about what I like.

It is an investment
for our future.

♪

[cello music playing]

♪

-The usual?
-Make it two.

[knocking]

-Look , whatever you're selling,
I'm not interested.
-I'm not selling. It's McKenzie.

Graham, we met last night
at the show.

-How did you...?
-Oh, I followed you.

I mean, just because
you left so quickly.

What do you want?

-Sugar?
-No.

-May I come in,
for just a moment?
-No.

I thought we could talk
a bit about your brother.

It's probably not a good idea.

-You know, you said last night
that a story--
-And I changed my mind.

If there's nothing else,
I got to get back to work.

Um...

May I use your bathroom?

What?

You got to be kidding.

-Go ahead, make it fast.
-Thank you.

And don't touch anything.

This is Liam's studio?

The bathroom's this way.

No.

-Wow.
-Right.

[Liam]
Are you almost done in there?

How do you like it?

It's from my favorite
coffee shop, it's just around
the corner from my hotel.

I go there every morning.

Sorry.

This must be really hard on you.

Yes, it's very, very hard,
which is why I want to be
left alone.

Tell me, why exactly
are you doing this?

There's so much life
in Liam's work,

He's so talented.
I just wonder...

why he would give it all up.

Here, let me make this
simple for you.

Why don't you tell me
what your angle is,

and I'll tell you
what you wanna hear.

I just want to know the truth
of what he was about.

Believe me, the last thing you,
or anyone else wants to hear
is the truth.

What you want is a story.

A good story contains
a discovery
of some kind of truth.

Paint.

What?

On your...

Just right there.

Oh, for God's sake,
please, can you just leave now?

I think it would do you
a world of good just to get out
of here for a little bit.

Why do not you let me
take you to lunch?

I don't eat.

I was the same way
when my grandmother passed.

Which is so not the same thing,
because she was old.

Are we done now?

I'm sorry.

I thought this was gonna
go better than it's going.

I, uh, I'm just a little bit
out of practice, you know?

-Is this plaster?
-Hey, don't, no.
Can you just not...

Actually, you know, I could
use the fresh air. You're right.

You said you wanted to know
truth about Liam.

Wait. Where, where are we going?

So, I don't have a bike,
'cause I just took a cab,
so maybe, you know...

It's all right. Hop on.

-Oh God, no.
I don't hop on.
-Why not?

Don't you trust me?

♪

Where, where are we going?

Are you sure that this is safe?

I can hold it for 24 hours.

[Speaking in Italian]

Are we trespassing?

You have to stop
asking questions.

It must be nice that
Liam's work is getting
the recognition it deserves.

Bloody fucking right.

Not that it's any consolation
to him being gone.

But if he didn't have this
fabulous death they never would
have recognized his talent.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm sure they would have
recognized him eventually,
cream always rises to the top.

You see, that's the difference
between you and me.

I'm more of the philosophy
that shit floats.

What is that?

A bee. Massive amounts of them
just mysteriously dropping dead.

They're calling it
Colony Collapse Disorder.

So it could be an apocalypse.
It's fascinating.

Here. This way.

It's creepy.

What is this place?

It smells like cigarettes
and urine.

That's the smell of creativity.

A little out of the element?

Absolutely.

It's amazing.

[guitar and voice]

Why did Liam choose Berlin?

Because it was cheap.

Undiscovered, in a way.

But isn't art supposed to be
inspired by beauty?

This place is so bleak.

That's what
makes it interesting.

But it's a little depressing.

Because you can feel the weight
of history and struggle
around every corner.

See, that's what
breeds great art.

Struggle?

Yeah.

Why?

Because it curbs contentment.

Contentment is like...

death.

I'm sure there are a great
many people on the planet
who would disagree with you

and tell you that
death is death.

So, what is it
that you do, Jackson?

I'm a lawyer.

You don't seem like a lawyer.

Well, things aren't
always what they seem.

Why did you choose law?

I didn't.

It's what my father
always wanted me to be.

Where are your parents now?

I don't understand
how this helps.

You're my best chance
to get to know Liam.

Good luck with that.

You know, I think
that Liam probably...

wanted what we all want.

Which is?

To be understood.

To matter.

And you think you can
help with that?

I think I can try.

Did you ever think that maybe
Liam killed himself because
he wanted to be left alone?

Okay, you wanna know the truth?

I have to write a great story
to impress my old editor,

who fired me because
I was not essential.

And you're the first person
I have told that to.

I lied to everyone
and said I quit,

because I couldn't bear
the idea like people
to feeling sorry for me.

Bullshit.

You're embarrassed
about the failure.

Yeah, I was.

I was humiliated.

So why are you
telling me all this?

It's easy to tell
the truth to strangers.

Anyway, I'm very happy
about it now, I mean...

I'm free to do whatever I want
and Erik has been
very supportive

and I feel lucky.

I feel very, very lucky.

So what are you doing
here with me instead of at home
being lucky?

You say that like I'm
sneaking around.

-Well, are you?
-No.

I wanna write a great story.

So that I can remember
why I wanted to
write in the first place.

No, you just want them
to regret ever letting you go.

Yeah.

I wanna prove myself.

And I wanna prove them wrong.

What's so bad about that?

Nothing.

I think it's fantastic.

It seems like you're the one
who wants to be heard,

or understood, as you said.

Yeah, I...

think that's enough.

And here I was,
just getting ready
to pour my heart out to you.

♪

-McKenzie.
-Thanks for taking time
to meet with me.

Of course.

Now, about this story of yours

I'm not saying
that it's not a good idea

but maybe it's a little
premature, you know?

Liam was a very complicated man.

He... he wasn't easy to read,

What is this?

That? Oh.

It's a present
from Liam actually.

Creepy, huh?

Huh, bees.

Look, I'd be perfectly happy
to talk to you about him,

if what you're interested
in is profile.

-Aside from that--
-Absolutely.

Nothing but a profile.

I promise.

I liked him immediately
when we met.
He was very charming.

We had a close relationship.

A friendship. Yes, I think
you definitely could have
called it friendship.

Why?

Why? Why what?

Why are you doing this?

Running a gallery.

What drew you to it?

I love art.

And I love introducing people
to good art.

It's been difficult, hasn't it?

When the gallery has been
struggling the past
couple of years?

Well, I think most galleries
have seen a slower period.

So this scenario
is working out for you then?

And Liam has conveniently become
much more profitable...

since his death.

I think that this scenario,
as you call it,

has enabled people to finally
see what they have
overlooked for years.

Liam's true talent.

And also yours.

I mean, you've never brokered
an artist's career
to this level.

It must be nice
to be finally recognized
for your talent.

If I were concerned only with
recognition and monetary gain,
Miss, um...

Miss, uh...

I'd fare much better in almost
any other business
beside this one.

The whole art world thinks this
guy's dead and I'm walking
around Triflesberg with him.

And you're the only one
who knows about this?

As far as I can tell. I mean, I
don't know what they're planning
but I'll get to the bottom of it

Well, if you can really get
this story you've pitched,

then I'll publish it.

You can't imagine how happy
I am to hear that.

What are you doing?

Uh, moving the table
by the window.

I can see that, but why?

I thought I might
start writing again.

We don't live here, you can't
just move things around.

Nobody lives here.
I'm sure they won't mind.

I'm sorry...

for...

not giving you
enough attention lately.

Is this what this is about?

No, you're working,
and I understand that.

So what's wrong?

Please, just...

talk to me.

I didn't quit.

Well, what?

My job.

I didn't quit my job.

I was fired.

That's all?

It's... it's okay.

-It's fine.
-It's not fine.

I lost my fire for the work.

They were cutting corners
and they said that I was one of
the expendable ones, and I was.

But it's okay because I have
this idea for a story.

-It's so good.
-What kind of story?

Okay.

After the show, I followed
Liam Price's brother home.

Well, he introduced himself
as Liam Price's brother.

But when I went to the gallery,
there was this head
with all these dead--

Wait, wait, slow down.
You did what?

What if I told you...

that Liam Price...

is alive?

How do you mean?

The art market is all about
branding and timing,

so what if an artist went so far
as to fake his own death...

-Ah, no, please.
-To prove his life's work.

That's, uh, that's ridiculous.

It's genius. I mean how well
do you really know Liam Price?

Well enough.

And I know Daniel Volpe
for years, he would know
if Liam was alive.

-But what if he's in on it?
-In on what?

A hoax!

Look, I know you...

You want to write an exciting
story to prove some
kind of point to...

get your job back,
but, be realistic.

If someone was trying
to pull something this absurd

word would get around,
and, believe me,

I'd be the first to know.

Yeah, no, you're right.

It's an interesting
premise though.

Yeah, you've always
been creative.

♪

[Daniel]
Why do you insist
on being so difficult?

You know how I feel
about showing
other people's work.

I want you to go out
for one second.

Go and enjoy the fresh air.

[Liam]
I don't want anyone
in my fucking studio.

[Daniel]
You're a cliché,
you know that, don't you?

[Liam]
I'm fucking cliché?
Have you seen yourself?

Please, go look at yourself
in the mirror, Daniel.

[indistinct chatter]

[Liam and Daniel arguing]

[Liam]
I don't want anyone
in my fucking studio.

[Daniel]
How am I supposed to explain
that Liam Price,

who's supposed to be dead,
doesn't want
anyone in his studio.

[Liam]
How you explain it
isn't my problem.

You do what you have to do,
I don't care.

Camille is extremely important.
She sees your work and--

I don't care.

[indistinct arguing]

[Liam]
I'm not having
anyone in my studio.

I'm not asking you
to sell your soul,
I'm just asking you to...

McKenzie?

M, McKenzie?

-Hi.
-How are you?

-What the hell?
-I knocked,
but no-one answered.

So I took the... the roof.

You know, McKenzie here
is an unbelievable writer.

Yes, I know. We, we talked.

How's your story coming along?

Oh, it's, uh, developing.

You know what, Daniel?
Bring whoever you want here.

Knock yourself out.

-No no no. Wait, wait, wait
-It's all right. It's okay.

I'm sure McKenzie and I
can find plenty to talk about.

[cell phone ringing]

Do not you think we should to be
reasonable, and talk
about this, Liam? Jackson?

Dammit! Dammit!

Hello, Camille.

What was that all about?

I just can't stand
studio visits, I feel like
I'm in a fucking zoo.

Liam was a pretty private
person, I guess I'm just
being protective.

You shouldn't be so hard on him.

Who?

Daniel. I mean, I think
he has Liam's best interests
at heart.

-Anyway, I should get back.
-Oh, no, come on.

Forget about it for a day,
let's go do something.

You can tell me more about Liam.

-I can't.
-Why?

Don't you trust me?

♪

-Want one?
-No.

What a fucking mess.

What is that?

Did Liam also not enjoy food
like you, Jackson?

What's everyone's obsession
with food, it eats up time.

[McKenzie laughing]

[McKenzie]
Linda? Who's this Linda?

[Liam]
Well, there was this artist

who put up these images
all over the city,

saying that this girl, well,
she broke his heart and he was
asking her to take him back.

[McKenzie]
That seems desperate.
But romantic.

[Liam]
More and more these images
started to pop up

and then people
in the community
started to get involved

someone posted
a newspaper ad saying,

"Oh, he loves you, Linda,
take him back!"

Others wrote next to the images
"He's a cad, don't do it."

Shit, it's too fucking clean.

[Liam]
And then one day, the artist
actually came out to the public

And you know what?
Linda wasn't real.

[McKenzie]
So it was all a lie?

[Liam]
It was a story.

[knocking]

Coming.

Hello. Come on in. Welcome.

Come in. Come in. Hello.

So...

this is where Liam spent
most of his time

both, working and, and living.

You know that, of course,
the quality of his work...

So what was it
that inspired Liam's work?

What inspires anyone. Life.

Yeah, but he chose to leave it.

Doesn't add up, does it?

You don't understand.

Try me.

What was it? He needed fame?
He needed more money?

I don't know.

Maybe.

What's that?

Oh, that's nothing. It's
unfinished and nothing
worth mentioning.

On the other hand, there is
a very interesting new series
of paintings that he.--

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I won't take this.

Oh, no, no.
You can take it, go ahead.

Are you sure?
Thank you. I'm sorry.

Hello? Yes. I can't really
talk to you right now.

Take this one down.

So where were we?

What do you think?

Do you like it?

No.

No.

I love it.

But do you really think
Liam would have been
happy with all of this?

With the success and...

No.

No.

Why not?

I mean, he's become
more valuable.

Everybody likes him.

I don't give a shit
what everybody likes.

It's not about being liked.

It's about feeling something.

Anything.

Our whole world has become
so disconnected
from any real emotion,

we barely even
communicate anymore.

We're just a bunch of liars.

We lie to each other,
We lie to ourselves.

We don't say how we really feel,
God forbid, who we really are,

'cause we're too bloody scared.

Instead, we just
try to be liked.

It's terrible.

[cell phone rings]

Oh, my God, that's me.

I have this new phone I...

Sorry.

-Hello?
-Hello, honey, hi, it's me.

-Hi, honey.
-Hey, we got that dinner
tonight, right, don't forget.

-Oh, that's great.
-Yeah. Nine o'clock,
will you be there?

-Yeah, I'll meet you there.
-Got to go. I love you.

-I love you too.
-Bye, bye, bye.

Yeah, bye.

I'm sorry.

Where were we?

Nah, it doesn't matter.

So what's next?

All right, so what
brings you to Berlin?

My boyfriend.

Fiance?

Well, he was my boyfriend,
and then he got promoted.

To fiance?

To head art consultant
for a new hotel in Berlin.

So you just followed him?

There is nothing wrong
with following
someone you love.

Anyway, this, let's
keep this about Liam.

What kind of relationship
did he have?

He didn't have relationships
he was married to his work.

What kind of life is that?

You know, a life dedicated
to something greater
than himself?

A life dedicated to something
that drove him over the edge?

I mean, no matter
how much he loved art,
art couldn't love him back.

All right, what about?
What's so special
about your relationship?

Erik?

He's perfect.

And that's what you want,
is it? Perfect?

There's nothing wrong
with having someone
to go home to.

Oh, you think
you know everything.

You don't.

You're getting defensive.

You're getting disrespectful.

And you're getting interesting.

Fuck off.

Which is it? You want me
to fuck off or you want me
to help with the story?

You're so...

[shivers]

Here.

Thanks.

[quacking]

Hey. Look.

Bye.

-What is he doing?
-He's pulling over, come on.

-No.
-Come on.

-God. What are we doing?
-Come on.

Wait, seriously.

-Here we are.
-Oh, my God.

Okay, after you.

Watch your step.

[man]
Welcome aboard.

Where are we going?

[barge Capitan]
Don't worry about it.

♪

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

Come on.

I can't really dance.

♪

-You all right?
-Perfect.

I think you might be
a little drunk.

I have only had...

As long as you're
enjoying yourself.

I am.

Are you?

Yeah.

I am, actually.

Maybe you should
to do that more often.

Enjoy yourself, I mean.

What?

You have another question,
don't you?

Come on, give it to me.

Was Liam happy?

When you think about people
you admire most in the world,

you didn't admire them
because they lived a happy life.

It's always the unhappiness,

risks and sacrifices they made,
the agony they endured.

What we admire most
isn't happiness, it's greatness.

So you'd rather be great
than happy?

Wouldn't you?

When I was in kindergarten,

I had a project

where everybody had to make
a thumb print on this card

and underneath we wrote,
"I'm someone special."

The point was to show that
every print was unique.

But then you grow up.

And you realize you're somebody
special all right.

Just like everybody else.

I mean I know we all about
building kids' self esteem,

but maybe we should
just tell them the truth.

Many of you are not special,

so don't go setting
your expectations too high,

because most of you
will not achieve greatness.

In the real world it's like
so many things happen

that are just way beyond
your control, and you find
yourself at some point

suddenly willing to settle for
any bit of comfort and security
that you can hold on to.

But there are those of us
who are courageous and maybe
stupid enough to keep fighting.

But for how long?

At what point do you
just accept your life?

Maybe accepting is the path
to happiness.

Or maybe that's just giving up.

I understand
what you're saying, but...

I honestly believe that
every person on this world

has the potential
to do something great.

And maybe what we really need
is just a bit of encouragement.

I need to tell you something.

[cell phone ringing]

♪

-How long are you gonna be--
-So what are you gonna--

You go.

No, I just...

You should get going.

You got somebody waiting.

Yeah.

I'll leave you here then.

Thanks.

I hope you got
what you wanted for the story.

What are you gonna do now?

Whatever inspires me.

[indistinct chatter]

It's nonsense. It's exactly
what the press likes, and...

Oh.

So sorry I'm late.

Are you all right?

I was worried.

-McKenzie. How Lovely.
-Hi.

Well, thanks to Camille's
recent acquisition,

there is absolutely
no doubt in my mind

that Liam Price will soon
be in the consensus ranking

of the top contemporary artists.

Hear, hear.

Well, I am curious to see
how this will all develop.

Congratulations, Daniel.

Of course, I know that
the circumstances in which

Liam's works have regained
recognition and
appreciation are

far from ideal.

Nonetheless,
there is no question
that it is well deserved.

♪

What?

I'd bet all my money that
we are the most beautiful
couple in this place.

[indistinct chatter]

Like those pop-ups,
what do you think of...

[speaking in French]

I'm not feeling so well.

Not? What's wrong?

I'm not... I just need to
go back to the hotel
and lie down.

-I'm sorry.
-You haven't even
touched your food.

I'm sorry.

Is she okay?

[panting]

What are you doing here?

-There's something
you have to know.
-I don't need to know anything.

You don't understand. I can't
let you go through with this.

-Please go. Just stop.
-McKenzie, listen to me.

-Stop!
-Hey, what's going on here?

McKenzie, who was that?

-Well, actually, it's a very
funny story. It so happens--
-It's no-one.

It was some random guy
on the street.
I was feeling sick.

-Will you take me home, please?
-Sure.

Come on, let's go. Bye, Daniel.

♪

Daniel, what's wrong?
You look like you've
just seen a ghost.

I need another drink.

You haven't said a word
since we left the restaurant,
is everything okay?

I want to write the story.

I really wanna write this story,
and I realized that
I cannot write this story.

[Erik]
Still with this story?

The art world is complicated.
You don't wanna get involved.

That's the thing,
I do wanna get involved
I wanna be excited.

-And I wanna do something great.
-I know.

And I know it was painful to
lose your job, what I'm asking

is how long are you
gonna keep trying
to prove yourself?

Maybe as long as it takes.

You know what, I thought
bringing you with me on
this trip would cheer you up

and maybe it wasn't
such a good idea,

since you're obviously
not feeling any better.

Why don't we go home
a few days earlier?

I'm done with my project anyway.

Okay?

[sighing]

Yeah.

Let's go home.

♪

[telephone ringing]

[Daniel]
Liam, what the hell
is going on? Call me.

[telephone ringing]

[Daniel]
Liam, should I be worried?
Call me back.

♪

[telephone ringing]

[Daniel]
Liam, please, call me.

Please.

It's Daniel, by the way.

Shit.

[floorboard creaking]

You're right about the coffee.

What are you doing here?

-You can't just show up--
-Uninvited, demanding your time?

What kind of person does that?

You came to me
looking for the truth
about Liam.

Give me a chance to explain.

Erik's waiting.

Meet me then.

Tonight.

I'll tell you everything.

You'll be able to write
a hell of a story.

♪

♪

[McKenzie]
Liam.

Liam.

Liam!

What?

Why, you just...

So how long have you known?

Does it matter?

You don't exactly play
the most convincing lawyer.

God, I'm such an idiot.

And here I was waiting to give
you this big story,
and you've known all along?

You've been lying to me
all this time.

Look who's talking.

No, that's different.

I was honest about the things
that mattered.

I told you my life.

What, you were just using me?

Well done, I guess you found
your angle, after all.

Christ, what you
must think of me.

Oh, you don't care
what people think about you.

No, not people, you.

I care about what you think.

Oh, come on, you're just saying
that so I won't expose you.

Go ahead and expose me.

-Is that a challenge?
-Absolutely.

Don't challenge me, I'll do it.

I know you will.
That's what I love about you.

You're like this
very bright flame.

And you're on all the time.

Listen, people, they won't be
able to stand that, but that
doesn't mean you have to change.

You just have to find someone,
who not only loves you,

but can fuel that fire.

♪

Oh, my God, what am I doing?

You don't have
relationships, remember?

You are selfish.

And unpredictable.

And temperamental.

And totally insane.

Tell me that's not true.

So how can you expect me

to give up everything I have

to be with you?

I don't expect anything.

You know, you were right.

There's nothing wrong
with having someone
to go home to.

Just make sure it's to
the person who's
your biggest fan.

I have to go.

♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[honking]

[Daniel]
Liam.

-Liam!
-Leave me alone, Daniel.

Oh, for God's sake,
for once in your life

don't make a spectacle
and get in the bloody car.

[honking]

Liam!

You're still awake.

I was waiting for you.

I feel...

confused.

Like I don't know
where you've gone.

-I told you
I was just gonna go--
-I, I, I...

don't just mean tonight.

How long do I have to...

keep putting up with this?

I don't want you
to put up with me.

-I want you to love me.
-I do love you.

And I'm trying to
make you happy, but I...

I just don't know
what it is you want.

I guess I need to
let you go and figure it out.

All right?

-I fucked up, Daniel.
-No kidding.

What in the world
were you thinking?

She is a reporter,
for God's sake.

You were wrong, I'm not special
or different, I'm a fraud.

-You're not a fraud.
-Well, she thinks I am.

You're sacrificing everything
you've ever worked for,
for her?

You're never... We'll never
be taken seriously ever again.

I can't keep lying.

I put my name on the line,
and I will not
make myself ridiculous.

Your name? Is that
what's most important?

The name is everything
in this business.

It's all I've got.

I'm sorry.

What am I gonna do now?

I'll fix it.

[Daniel]
How?

-Well, it's risky.
-Oh, God.

I'm not saying I deserve it,

but I'm just asking you
to trust me one more time.

I don't know, Liam.

It's no joke
what we've pulled here.
It's probably illegal.

We're gonna be facing huge fines
and lawyers and lawsuits,

and even jail even.

It's, it's, it's...

It's art.

[door closes]

[McKenzie]
Death is a funny thing.

It is all about timing.

Like it or not,
the ending of a story

changes the context
of everything that preceded it.

What was once a love story

becomes a lie.

What was once worthless

becomes valuable.

And what was once forgotten

can be rediscovered.

Liam Price's death led me
to discover a hoax.

A near perfect con.

That of my own life.

Because, as I've learned,

the most convincing lies

are those ones
we tell ourselves.

McKenzie.

I got the story.

Not exactly
what I was expecting.

It's better, actually.

It's more complicated
and provocative

than anything
you've ever wrote on staff.

Your voice
is really developing.

This story has a signature.

That's, I'm, I'm thrilled
to hear that.

What do you think about
going back on staff?

There's an opening
in our London office.

Oh...

Wow.

Uh, thank you, that's...

You know, I think I need to stay
freelance for a while.

I have a couple of things here
I need to explore.

[pounding]

♪

[pounding]

♪

♪

[sobbing]

♪

[metallic clanking]

♪

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking in German]

You know, Liam and I
were very simpatico.

I think we could have been
great friends.

I really doubt it.

[Arman]
Fantastic idea.

Everyone's here. Cool.

Memorial. How thoughtful of you.

Excuse me.

Daniel.

Hello, McKenzie, how are you?

What is this about?
What is this?

-Well, what does it look like?
-I don't understand.

Come on.

Well, thank you everyone
for coming here today
to honor Liam's life.

On an occasion like this

I think it's important
to tell the truth,

and that's exactly
why I am here right now.

Of course, I know that Liam
would prefer to let his work
speak for itself.

So allow me to present
Liam's newest posthumous work.

Delivery, from Liam Price.

-Wait a minute, he's alive?
-I don't understand.

[indistinct chatter]

-Are you kidding me?
-That's crazy.

[woman]
Does this mean
he didn't kill himself?

Can you believe this?
He's making a mockery out of us.

[laughing]

♪

So you came then?

Of course I came.

I'm your biggest fan.

Good.

Because I am yours.

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["Reckoning Song"]

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