All language subtitles for The Art of More s01e09 Fixed View.eng

Previously on "The Art of More".

Do you recognize this man?

The feds are looking for Hassan.

The NYPD's looking for all of us,

and the Russians are looking for revenge.

You think you are saving us?

The only reason you are still
alive is because of me.

You lied,

and told ArtSnitch that the Brukner
collection included stolen items.

Brukner is over next week.

Without him, you have no life left here.

Roxanna Whitman knows how
to take care of herself.

Everything she does, anyone she does,

I wanna know about it.

My father just might come to his senses

and give the company to me,

and then you will be out on your ass.

(alarm sounds)

Master Jeffries!

Master Jeffries, are you here?

_

Master Jeffries?

Master Jeffries.

(cough)

- (groans)
- Oh, oh!

(strains)

Can you crawl out, sir?

On your feet.

- (coughing)
- (explosion)

Kaboom!

That Nazi bomb landed smack dab
in the middle of the house.

- Destroyed everything.
- Geez.

And, Hodgkiss, that speedy
little crumpet-stuffer,

was able to get himself and Jeffries
down to the basement in time.

Oh, that's good. What about the painting?

Ah, that turned out to be his reward,

as well as his severance pay.

'Cause you see, when your
estate is blown up in a war,

you really don't have that much
need for a butler anymore,

and so Hodgkiss was out of a job.

Have you verified that?

First I've heard of it.

Just to make ends meet.

And that's how my father

got his hands on "The Card Players."

Well, they say, "Every
picture tells a story,"

but... (chuckles)

not as well as Samuel Brukner.
I'll tell you that.

Storytelling is genetic in my family.

I get that from my father, too.

Well, how about that? A silver
tongue and a $100 million painting.

And high blood pressure,
which is under control,

but, uh, two out of three ain't bad.

No, it certainly is not.

Well, you know, we could go
back and forth here all night,

but, um, I'm gonna have to ask you
to be direct with me right now.

You see, the people...

they wanna know if you're gonna be running
for governor in this next election.

You had to ask.

I thought I was here to talk
about my charity auction.

Everybody knows about the
auction and your generosity,

and that's amazing. But...

you gotta spare us the suspense here, Sam.

Are you gonna be running or not?

Yes.

An exploratory committee has been
formed just for that purpose.

- (chuckles)
- Well, there you have it, folks.

Official confirmation.

You know, this is a journey.

It's a journey that started when my parents

first came to this country.

They hardly spoke English.

They didn't have a nickel.

All they had was that painting, which
was worth nothing at the time,

and a hope for the future.

And they worked hard,

and they made a life for themselves.

And that's what I want. For
every man, woman, and child

in this country to be able to do just that.

Work hard, prosper.

They say, "The American dream is dead."

I do not believe that for a second.

I am a living example of it.

We just gotta get government
off of people's backs,

so that people can go out there and get it.

Look at that painting. It
was bought for pennies.

Now, it's worth millions.

Doesn't everybody deserve
a story like that?

Absolutely.

Thanks so much, Sam.

- You lucky bastard.
- (laughs)

You got it out of me. You got it first.

We'll be right back.

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(applause)

Now, I'm a numbers guy.

And you know why?

Numbers don't lie,

and if you look at the statistics
right here in the state of Indiana,

you can clearly see

that as the percentage
of non-white residents

and illegal aliens goes up,

so does foreclosures,

so does violent crime,

so does the debt ratio.

And you don't have to be a rocket scientist

to see a correlation.

And not only that, but...

a lot of these people, they're on welfare,

which means they have all day long
to go down to the local library,

use a tax-funded computer to
concoct ways to get more money

out of people who actually
have to work for a living.

Now, I don't care if you're black, brown,
purple, yellow... whatever you are,

as long as you contribute as
much to society as you take out.

A lot of these illegals, all
they know how to do is take.

Look...

I just said all that
shit because that's what

all those turd-knockers in
Fort Wayne wanted to hear.

- I understand that, but what you...
- And it's six years old.

It's not like I'm running for
the governor of Indiana. Jesus.

Sam, people don't know you yet.

They see this, they think this
is you now, not six years ago.

But that never was me.

All I was doing was trying to get
a few real estate contracts.

Which is why you've gotta
stay in front of this,

so that there's no collateral damage.

And how do I do that, Grant?

How do I do that? I can't deny it.

There's the video right there.

All right. This is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna hit the press.

You're gonna say you regret your choice of
words, and that your views have changed.

Then you're gonna remind everyone
what you've done for minorities.

Well, my first wife was Mexican...

Half-Mexican. Does that count?

Then you'll rattle off all your
other contributions to society,

and in 24 hours it'll be
water under the bridge.

Does this affect the auction?

The estimates are holding steady.

The risk is about your reputation

- and your political aspirations.
- (grunts)

I need a drink.

Does he really believe that shit?

He better not. My grandparents
are undocumented.

Sam: Hey, look at me. I'm drinking tequila.

Adonde esta la biblioteca?

How multicultural can I get? Huh?

Tough room.

Look, here's the deal.

I'm not apologizing for shit.

It'll make me look weak.

Then the media's gonna start digging
and digging and finding all this mud

and slinging it at me, and
then it'll never stop.

What else is out there, Sam?

Well, how the hell do I know?

Look, you don't build an empire like mine

and not make a few enemies.

But I will tell you this.

I am not going to start
a campaign on my knees.

All right. What do you wanna do instead?

We just keep up the media blitz...

The auction, the hospital,

all those people that I'm helping,

and then you're gonna go out, and
you're gonna find that little weasel

that uploaded that video.

Okay.

If you're happy with the new press
release, I'd like to get it out.

You know, the Vermeer came out so great.

I'm thinking we do one more.

A Gauguin, maybe.

Absolutely not. We agreed.

No, hold on. That was before we
saw how perfect they both were.

Your authentications team

didn't even have a hint of suspicion.

We would be crazy not to
take advantage of that.

We'd be crazy to push our luck.

Well, you just think about it.

I don't need to think about it.

(sigh)

Don't you think...

your number one priority...

should be making me happy?

You're a part of this.

That was...

The money that went to Strauss
came from your personal account.

You met with him, too.

He's old. He might die.

That isn't funny.

And what about your end of the deal?

I'm still waiting for your Aunt
to officially drop the lawsuit.

Mmm. Yeah, I'll call her.

We should talk this over tonight at dinner.

I'll be back at 8:00.

(whispers) Wear something sexy.

(sigh)

How goes damage control?

I've been on with the
buyers, our P.R. team,

and some of the trade reporters
that are sympathetic to us.

I'm trying to keep everyone's
focus on the collection.

Brukner's statements were
from several years ago.

They don't reflect who he is now,

and they certainly should have no
bearing on the value of the art work.

Still, people may not want to put
money into his pockets right now.

Yeah, but it's not his pockets.

It's all going to build the hospital wing,

and I'm heading that, too.

The estimates are off a little
since the video leaked,

but I'm sure we can turn that around.

You obviously haven't checked
your email recently.

ArtSnitch...

released this an hour ago.

Now, everybody's jumping on it. Look.

I've never been one to back off a story,

and after that man came to threaten me,

uh, "smash my face in with an ash tray"

were his exact words,

I knew there had to be more to the
Brukner story than just some stolen art.

So I kept digging,

and I found this.

Email correspondence between Mr.
Brukner and Councilman Dorch

laying out a quid pro quo deal

in which Mr. Brukner would fund the new
hospital wing in Dorch's district,

in exchange for zoning variances on two
of Mr. Brukner's real estate projects.

All these details are posted to my blog,

and I'll continue posting updates.

So keep following me at ArtSnitch.com.

(phone vibrates)

It's Brukner.

Go ahead.

I thought you fixed this
guy's wagon months ago.

I did.

So it is the same little shithead

who linked the Indiana video.

You pissed him off. Now,
he's out for vengeance.

Is the councilman story true?

It doesn't matter if it's true.
It's out there.

Grant says that I am down five points

in the polls in the last hour,

and now I'm looking at the
auction tracking boards and

they're down 10%.

That's just an initial knee-jerk reaction.

It'll be fine by tomorrow.

No! There is no tomorrow!
Screw tomorrow!

- I want you on this, now!
- Graham!

Let me call you back.

Check with legal.

Make sure there's nothing
in these allegations

- that can be connected back to us.
- On it.

- Sir.
- Do you know anything about this?

Nothing. Shall I call him back?

Make sure he doesn't get
us any more involved.

Sir.

Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes, Sam.

(phone vibrates)

- What is it, Ma?
- There's some people here looking for you.

They say it's very important.

You made it from the city that fast?

We appreciate you rushing over.

Let's go somewhere and talk.

I'd like to finish my tea.

Uh, well, I'll leave
you to your business.

That's all right, Mrs. Connor.

- Please stay.
- But I'd just be in the way.

So... No, no. Not at all.

Ma, I got this. Go ahead.

Don't be so rude, Graham.

In my country, we respect our parents.

We don't ask them to go to the other room.

We're not in your country.

Uh, look, I got a lot of
work to do anyway, so...

We'll only be a moment.

We just came by to pick up
some paperwork from Graham...

A chain of title for a very important sale.

That won't be a problem, will it, Graham?

Or we could come back later and pick it up

if that's more convenient.

That won't be necessary.

I'll bring it to your office.

By tomorrow.

Yeah.

Excellent.

Then we'll be on our way.

It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Connor.

We hope to see you again.

What the hell was that all about?

Just give me a sec.

My family's house! They showed
up at my family's goddamn house!

I told you not to make trouble, Tommy.

This is all on you.

You give them the chain of title,

or you deal with the consequences yourself.

As long as you give back to society

as much as you take out,

that's fine.

But a lot of these illegals, all
they know how to do is take.

Utterly reprehensible.

And do you know who his best friend is?

No. Who?

Graham Connor.

Graham is his account executive.

I would hardly call them best friends.

Mmm, I'd call them partners in crime.

What?

Brukner is a crook, and so is Graham.
Isn't he?

No, he's not.

Oh, Arthur, please. I've heard you
arguing on the phone with him

- about antiquities...
- Those are private conversations, Silas.

You wanna keep secrets, fine.

But I can't be a part
of anything like that.

It's more complicated than you think.

No, it's not.

Arthur, you're putting
everything at risk...

including us.

You just wanna make sure I'm around

to sponsor your show in Miami. Is that it?

I wanna make sure...

that you're in my life
for a long time to come.

You worry too much.

Mr. Rosen, Graham Connor.

I'm just confirming your reserved
seats for the Brukner auction.

Yeah, I know you've seen the stories.

It made my skin crawl, too.

Hi. Graham Connor.

I'm very well. How are you?

I know. It's disgusting. It's horrible.

But I think this could work in your favor.

I think he should be
punished, too, eventually,

but first we have to
deal with this auction.

Well, we still consider this
the auction of the decade.

We mustn't forget that the
proceeds go to help sick children.

And... and the proceeds
go to help sick children.

The proceeds do go to help sick children.

It's a good cause.

You agree with him?

I see.

Graham.

Yeah, okay. I'll call you back.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ah, you get lost?

DeGraaf's is another ten blocks from here.

Actually, I'm here to see you.

So you can rub the Brukner
disaster in my face?

Walk with me?

Yeah, fine.

I could use some air.

So, you gonna make a play for Brukner now?

Is that what you think?

That's the smart move.

I have bigger problems than
trying to steal Brukner.

Swift?

That offer you made...

- I was joking.
- Yeah, well, I wasn't.

What's really going on with him?

You don't break a guy's legs 'cause
he's going to pull his account.

He's dangerous.

Well, then tell the police.

(sigh)

You can't can you?

Why?

You want to tell me about
all your skeletons?

- I don't have any.
- Neither do I.

Great. Then call the police.

I need your help, Graham.

Isn't that enough?

There are guys you can hire for that.

I don't trust anyone else.

But you trust me?

You have as much to lose as I do.

That's why the best thing we
can do is forget about this.

I'm sorry.

I can't take any more
chances, and neither can you.

Whoa, damn.

Like riding a bike... only easier.

Hey, you get off work early or something?

No. They cut my hours.
I'm down to 20 a week.

Ah shit. I'm sorry, man.

Well, listen, let me know
if you need some money.

Yeah.

I found that stash in that
shoebox in your room.

What? You been going through my stuff?

I found a Beretta and a Glock, too.

Cash, guns,

sudden move to a new apartment.

You want to tell me what's going on?

I don't want to involve you.

Maybe I can help.

Hey, we went through a war together, man.

Yeah. Which is why I'm not
going to drag you into it.

How else do you really know
somebody's got your back?

You going to tell me what's up, or not?

Put your ears on.

That's all I'm saying, Mr. Donatello.

An auction is about the
collection, not the collector.

I'll resend the link to
the pre-bid registration,

and just consider it. Okay?

Thank you. Thanks.

How goes spin control?

Eh...

so far so good.

The estimates have stopped dropping...

until I find out Brukner ran a
dog fighting ring or some shit.

Yeah, well, as offensive as he is,

I still did my part.

What's this?

24 chain of title documents.

It's all the remaining Brukner lots.

- Completely cross-checked and verified.
- What?

Yeah, I worked on it all night. (chuckles)

Thank you...

for doing this so quickly.

- Yeah, you're welcome.
- This is such a big help. Thank you.

For the record, I did it for you, not him.

(phone vibrates)

Wow, there is just no
escaping him, is there?

Uh, Brukner? Nope.

I'm sorry. I know he's making
your life hell right now.

I have a tried and true way
to get your mind off this.

Weed and grilled cheese. (laughs)

I'd love to, but I...

I got to finish dealing with
all this Brukner stuff.

- Chain of titles. Thanks.
- (sigh)

And what else?

Uh, nothing. I just...

I got a lot of work to do.

What's going on with you?

What do you mean?

The closer we get, the more
obvious your secrets are.

- I'm doing my best.
- Yeah, I know. And I just...

I don't know why you won't let me in.

You're trying to make it in a
world that I know pretty well.

I can help you.

Okay. Uh...

Okay, uh, come over around 9:00.

I'll make the grilled cheese,
and you can smoke your weed.

(laughs)

- Okay.
- (phone vibrates)

And that is not from Brukner.

_

No.

No, it's a new client.

He's a pain in the ass.

I'll see you tonight.

These are the files. Make sure
that's on my desk in about an hour.

You can practically hear
Ed Mason's blood boiling.

You think they'll cut Brukner
loose before the auction?

Nah, it's too big a payday,

But if he's not happy
with their spin job...

Do we have any reason to believe that?

I've heard rumblings.

Might be the perfect time for a move.

It would be a wonderful coup to go out on.

Go out?

(sigh)

I may seem ridiculously stubborn,

but I do listen to my doctors on occasion.

Oh, Dad.

Nah, don't worry. I've still
got tread on the tires.

But rather than let nature
tell me when to leave,

I'm going to do it on my own terms.

We keep quiet with this, though.

All right?

Do a gradual phase of
operations over to you, Miles,

and then we'll do an official
announcement at the end of the year.

Mmm.

I'm here for you, 24/7.

Of course, of course. I have
every confidence in you.

And I have every confidence that you will
support Miles during the transition.

Give him your complete cooperation.

Of course. I'll do whatever it takes.

All right.

Well, let's start this next
chapter with landing Brukner.

I will set up a meeting.

Uh, actually, I think I want
Roxanna to take this one.

They have more of a personal relationship.

We don't want to come off
as being opportunists,

it's more like old friends just
making sure he's being taken care of.

Does that make sense, sweetheart?

I think Miles should make the overture.

You do?

Sam and I aren't as close as we once were.

I think he might be more
receptive to a new face.

All right. Miles it is.

(clears throat)

Dammit!

_

I'm sorry this is all coming out right now.

Ah, they're going to be on to talking
about another story tomorrow,

and I'm going to be on
my way to Albany, so...

Anyway, it got us talking again,

and that can't be all bad, now can it?

Has anyone contacted you
regarding the city council deal?

- Anyone official?
- No.

Mmm.

And I would not tell them
that that was your idea,

even if they were to drag me
naked across broken glass.

Huh? Forget about it. My
lawyer, he tells me that

whatever this blogger jerk-off has anyway,

it's not even actionable. So you...
I got nothing to worry about.

You got nothing worry about.

That's not what I hear. Word is the D.A.
is looking in to it.

Ah. They're just trying to
justify their paychecks.

It's fine.

Hey.

It's fine.

My father thinks you're back in play.

Well, I'm not.

If that changes, and he
thinks that it will,

Miles Hewitt will contact you.

When he does, I want you to shut him down.

What, and then give the account to you?

No. Humiliating Miles is enough.

Well, see,

I thought that your big
beef was with Graham.

We'll get to him.

Uh-huh.

Well, then...

I'm going to want something in return.

Sensitivity training?

(laughs)

That's good.

Um...

No.

I want you to marry me.

(chuckles)

Really?

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

What brought this on?

Besides my undying love
and affection for you,

it's the perfect time!

You're still hot. I'm still charming.

My political career is about
to take off to the moon!

You seriously think your
career is about to take off

after what's happened this week?

Yeah, well, I'm gonna beat this.

You know me.

I do.

Water off a duck's ass.

- So look, you avoiding me.
- (laughs)

Come on over here. I wanna talk about us.

Okay, fine. So what would that
make me, wife number three?

Um... four.

Technically, I'm still married to three.

(laughs) You're right.
The timing is perfect.

- Well...
- Yeah.

Come on, Roxy. We can
conquer the world together.

I just... I hate to see you
waste all your talents

on half-men like Swift.

Do you remember our brief time together?

Me neither.

Other than drugs, bickering, infidelity.

Which I have always regretted.

But...

look, I am offering you fame...

- Mm-hmm.
- Status...

security.

We'll fly to Vegas.

Yeah? What about my career?

Well, you can still...

have your career sometimes.

W... Uh, I can set you up in anything.

M... Little shop business. What...

Hey.

Sober up, Sam.

I'm not drunk.

- A little buzzed, but not drunk. Really.
- (laughs)

The next time we see each other,

let's pretend like this never happened.

Okay?

I really blew it with you, didn't I?

We both blew it...

a long time ago.

Be good.

Hello.

Mr. Davenport.

- Yes.
- F.B.I. Special Agent Kramer.

So Troy told me.

Please, have a seat.

To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?

Well, you were on some of the lists
provided to us by the large auction houses

as a collector of Middle
Eastern antiquities.

We've been looking for this man,

and any possible associates
he may have in the art world.

Recognize him?

I'm afraid not.

You recently put a large collection
up for auction at Parke-Mason.

Yes.

Graham Connor was your account executive.

- Is there a question there?
- What do you know about him?

Well, besides reaping
me a sizable payday...

not much, I'm afraid.

Some of the items you auctioned,

in particular the ones acquired overseas,

appear to have a questionable provenance.

Yes, well, I've been known
to make an impulse purchase

or two during my travels abroad.

All from reputable dealers, I was assured.

May I have the chains of title

for the antiquities of
your current collection?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Uh...

you should know that, um...
record keeping is, uh...

not my, uh... strong suit.

Here you go.

- All the receipts, please.
- Hm?

I could get a warrant if you'd prefer.

(chuckles) No. No, that won't be necessary.

I seem to have forgot one.

A Sumerian vase.

Mm-hmm.

- That one?
- Yes.

And why didn't you want me to see that?

Well, it's a fake.

I only found out when I
got back to the States.

You see, Agent Kramer, I'm...

I'm known as an astute collector

and an expert on antiquities.

And if word got around
that I paid half a million

for a fake, well, my reputation
would be completely shot.

It'll be our secret.

Thank you.

What else can I help you with?

(car beeps)

- Ma!
- Tommy?

You hungry?

Thirsty.

So who were those men who came here?

Just people from work.

People from work usually show up at
your mother's place in Brooklyn?

They're trying to close a deal.

Came out here to send me a message.

They won't take "No" for an answer.

I didn't know the art world was so...

so rough.

Yeah. It can be...

sometimes.

Mostly it's just a grind.

Try waiting tables.

You should take some time off.

Get away somewhere.

Sure.

I'll, uh...

go to my summer house in the Hamptons.

I'm serious.

Go to the beach.

You and Ryan.

I'll get you a place for a week or two.

I'll come out myself this weekend.

What kind of trouble are you in?

Ma, I'm not in any trouble.
I'm... I'm trying...

I'm trying to do something nice for you.

If you don't want to go, don't go.

You know I... I don't... I don't know why

I thought you would ever change.

Ma...

(sighs)

It's the tequila that I
use that really makes it.

It's like a testament to the contributions

of a very rich Mexican culture.

Sam, you don't have to
sell me on who you are.

Hey, I thought that you
were here to sell me.

(chuckles)

You have shown remarkable grace

in the face of these vicious attacks.

Sticks and stones.

This is a speed bump on the way
to Albany and then Washington.

Cheers.

Well, I couldn't agree with you more.

Mm.

You know, I... I have to
say, I don't think that

your auction house handled the, uh, fallout

as well as they could have.

Oh, really? How so?

Your account exec, Graham Connor,

he seems to be trying to
cut you loose to promote

the auction as a...

fire sale in the wake
of your bad publicity.

Who told you that?

Several buyers that I know.

Connor's a slippery one.

I've had feelers out on
him since day one...

even before he started
seeing my sister-in-law.

Hey, I got an idea.

Um, girls, why don't you, uh...

go on up and turn on the Jacuzzi upstairs.

It's on the terrace.

Don't go.

- Make it nice and cozy, okay?
- Don't go.

Don't go. Don't go.

Miles like.

(sighs)

What'd you just say? What?

Connor and Roxanna, they're
seeing each other.

I thought you knew that.

No.

I know they hate each other.

They were at each other's throats

trying to get my account.

Well, I guess they found some
common ground since then.

Yeah? How so?

My sister-in-law has a history
of destructive behavior,

so I keep pretty close tabs.

Her doorman is on my payroll, he alerts me

to too many late nights
or any male visitors.

When I heard Connor's name...
he arrived at midnight,

left at 8:00 in the morning.

You do the math.

Now, I'm sure it's mostly about sex,

but God knows what secrets they're sharing.

Frankly, Sam, you deserve better.

Now, I know it's close to the auction,

but better to incur some costs now

than make a huge mistake.

Don't you think?

(both grunting)

(grunts, breathes heavily)

_

_

You watch the house, you watch Ma.

You see either of these two guys...

you let me know.

You don't do anything unless
they make a move against her.

No, man. You don't have to do that.

Just take the money.

You're gonna earn it, believe me.

Ryan: Look, if they're threatening Ma,

why not just take 'em out now?

I... I can call Miguel.

Leave Miguel out of this!
I'm gonna handle it.

Until then, I need eyes
out there all the time.

(phone vibrates)

Graham's voicemail: This is Graham Connor.

I can't take your call right now.

- Please leave a message.
- (beep)

Hey, it's me.

Um, I'm still here working
for your favorite client,

but I hope I don't get done too late,

seeing how I'd still really
like to see you tonight.

Um... okay, I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

(atmospheric music plays)

Belinda, answer the phone.

Look, I know you got
that meeting coming up.

Don't go.

Okay? Just...

stay away from the sale.

You win.

You wanted it over.

It's over.

After the sale of the jar, they
want to divide what remains...

and finally go our separate ways.

Are you serious?

They want out?

The attack by the Russians
was a wake up call...

for all of us.

Okay, good. Good.

We all meet here on Friday. After the sale.

At midnight.

Get it all done at once.

(speaking Arabic)

(door opens, closes)

(phone rings)

- (phone clicks)
- Roxanna, Ben.

I think I might have something.

No, not Swift.

Connor.

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