All language subtitles for The Art of More s02e10 A Half Inch.eng

Graham: Previously
on "The Art of More"...

Uzay killed Elizabeth.

Before I leave the country,
I'm going to kill him.

Roxanna: Jianwun just bought DeGraaf's.

Simon: Miles brought this opportunity.

- I have to honor that.
- You're out, Roxanna.

Roxanna: You've successfully
taken everything from me.

I know what you did to Roxanna.

I filed for divorce this morning.

- Henry Perry.
- Oh!

- He is my husband.
- What is this?

A friendship...
with occasional benefits.

This is my son, Noah.

Olivia.

(moaning)

Do you have a lot of projects coming up?
I could be helpful to you.

- What, you want to learn the business?
- Yeah.

Someone's made an offer
on the country house.

Having the money to get the IRS

off your back is good.

You don't want people thinking

that you were only doing it
for the cash.

Like you need it.

I'm offering you information.

Sam Brukner needs to learn

- that he's not invincible.
- What's this?

You barge into a man's house,
you gotta expect to fight.

Ramirez:
The deal with Rice is confirmed.

I suggest killing him.

That's not how we operate.

Please do not get me killed.

Rice: Take it easy, kid.

This is our customer.

We have the driver detained.

No one else in the van.

- They never left the building.
- Rice: Transfer done.

Thank you very much, Mr. Connor.

We need to go. Now.

Rice: Uh, you're free
to pick up your items now.

Uzay will help you. 12th floor. Bye now.

(button clicks)

(both grunting)

(ding)

(both grunting)

Expect a large present soon.

Enough for the operation you've planned.

(gunshot)

(tires screeching)

(both grunting)

- (buzzing)
- (ding)

Stairs.

(gunshot)

(ding)

(both grunting)

(screams)

(coughs)

(wheezing, coughing)

Why are you shooting my clients?

He... he...

he said he was coming back to kill you.

The only person I want dead
is you, you motherfucker.

And why is that?

He killed my girlfriend.

- You got her killed!
- Enough!

Both of you.

You're like a couple
of bickering children.

Bad blood is bad business,

which makes me think
the cleanest thing to do here

is kill you both and be done with it.

(Graham grunts)

And yet, I'm tempted by the idea

of future dealings together, Graham.

When you first came to me for this job,

I trusted you understood
what I expect from my employees.

(crying) No, no.

He's lying to you!

(weakly) Fucking shoot
the piece of shit.

You broke my trust, Uzay.

And you know how I take care of my own.

- Freeze! FBI!
- On the ground!

- (gunfire)
- (grunting)

(indistinct shouting)

Abdul!

(yelling)

(wheezes)

(grunting)

Ramirez: Secure the floor.

(tires screeching)

How long were you working with the FBI?

The whole time.

You're fucked. (grunts)

Yeah, we'll see about that.

You're not getting out of this alive.

I'll make damn sure of that.

(alarm ringing)

(car horn blares)

(crashing, shattering)

(radiator hissing)

(Ramirez sighs)

(theme music playing)

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(breathes in)

(screaming)

(gunshot)

(rapid beeping continues)

(beeping stops)

(monitor beeps steadily)

(gasps) Holy shit.

Welcome back.

- Hey, Ma?
- Danielle: Huh?

Ma, he's up.

(Danielle gasps)

- Tommy!
- Graham: Hey, Ma.

Tommy.

What's everyone doin' here?

Danielle: Tommy, what the hell happened?

A guy tried to mug me.

The last thing I remember is...

is a... is a... a gunshot.

Danielle: You almost died, Tommy.

Doctors said...

if the bullet had hit half-inch over...

I'm alive.

You don't have to worry about anything.

Okay?

Don't worry.

Why don't you get some water...

Mrs. Connor?

Ryan.

Come on, Ma.

- Danielle: Okay.
- Ryan: Come on, Ma.

- Danielle: Okay.
- I love you, Mom.

Danielle: Okay.

Okay.

Roxanna: She's been...

a wreck the last few days.

We all have.

I was in a bit more trouble
than I let on.

You deserve... answers.

And apologies.

But right now, I have to make a call.

To whom?

The FBI.

What do you mean?

- It's got nothin' to do with you.
- Graham.

I gave you a job.

I confided in you.

I couldn't say anything.

Do you know how awful...

it feels to watch someone you care about

lying here in a hospital bed?

I did what they asked me to do.

I did all of it...

and it's over now.

(breathes shakily) It's over now.

I'm sorry.

- Hi, Sam.
- Hey, Josie. Josie.

(sighs)

You know you're in my seat.

You're late.

Let's not start out this way, all right?

- Huh.
- What'll you have?

Jacob here, he can make anything.

It's gonna take more
than a pastrami sandwich.

Oh, but they're massive here.

Bigger than any one man
can eat by himself.

And I'm offering to share with you.

I'm not interested in your leftovers.

It's a peace offering.

And I think it's in both
of our best interests.

Oh, we both know that you only care

about your own self-interest.

You're absolutely right about that,

which is why I asked you here.

So, I'll give you 10%.

Of what?

Rental properties? General revenue...

I'm talking about a sandwich.

And yes, it has
a few different ingredients.

Hm.

Well...

I'm hungry.

20%.

Now, don't be a pig.

15.

(chuckles)

15. (chuckles)

All right.

And, uh, I'm not recording any of this,

so you can drop the whole sandwich crap

when we hammer out the details.

I need to know...

who was it that told you about my plans?

Oh, people rely on my discretion.

I'm sure that they do.

You're a very smart businessman,

so I want you to think this way.

Who is it that could hurt you the most,

that little rat that told you...

or me?

(chuckles)

(chuckling)

Arthur Davenport.

(sighs)

(mutters) Arthur Davenport.

(clears throat)

(exhales)

Ramirez: Oh, you look like shit.

The hell have you been?

Wha... what happened?

Paul Rice is currently in the custody

of the United States government.

Thank you.

Yeah, it took you
long enough to get here.

Hey, I've been in and out.

A little bit of paperwork
to do, you know,

when you blast the hell out
of an entire building.

(sighs) And Uzay?

Dead.

Good.

That's good.

Speaking of which, you and I...

we are all done.

Done done?

No jail...

no record,

you'll leave me alone?

You don't want to go for a beer?

(chuckles)

Yeah, no, I don't want to go for a beer.

Then go.

Enjoy your life. You know,
cluck around a little.

But be smart.

Clean.

That's all I want.

I'm gonna hold you to it.

I wanna see Rice.

Oh... (exhales sharply)

See, that would be illegal, unethical,

and, well, frankly, goddamn stupid.

I just told you I'm not
gonna break any laws.

I just wanna see him.

Look, that bullet almost killed you.

All right? You're still here
because of half an inch.

Think about that.

Make the most of it.

Move on.

(classical music playing)

(music continues)

Don't dealers usually put

a bit of art up on the walls?

Two months I'm gone,
and you've lost all respect.

Yeah, well, two months
at DeGraaf's without you,

and I've had to up
my bad-ass bitch quotient.

(chuckles)

I already know what's going here.

Before he died,
I made a deal with Yves Sauvion.

- Brilliant painter.
- Yeah, I read up on him.

- Hm.
- Are you sure you want

to open up a new gallery
with a posthumous exhibit?

Oh, what better energy than to
help a man's work live on?

Oh, damn, you've gone
Eastern mysticism on me.

(chuckles) Don't worry, I won't
start ranting about karma.

Although, that might
be somewhat appropriate.

I need you to approve the "Times" ad

we're running for the opening.

Sam: May I zip up first?

- (zipping)
- I think you'll really like it.

I think it'll really draw people in.

You... you're talking shop again.

- What...
- Barely back in my pants.

You remember the advice
you gave me when you hired me?

"Hurry up. Don't slow down."

Well, I've adapted.

So should you.

(chuckles)

Hey, want to go to The Cape
with me this weekend?

Oh, we have so much work to do.

Well, we can do that anywhere.

Anywhere.

But we could have dinner,

we could wake up
in the same bed together.

I mean, call me crazy.

I thought you were fine with... this.

This? This is great.

But I would just love

a little bit of that.

Okay, well...

how about after the museum opening

we go to The Cape and celebrate?

Deal?

Sure.

I admire you.

Not wasting time,
starting your own gallery.

You're ambitious.

Something about the way
you used that word

doesn't sound like a compliment.

Oh, it is.

Miles Hewitt...

I fired him yesterday.

I should have heeded your warning.

He tried to leverage
his position with me

for another deal in China,

which would have hurt me considerably.

(chuckles) That sounds like him.

I'm willing to hire you back.

You're willing?

Name your price. Pick your team.

What about my gallery?

Well, you haven't opened yet.

But I'll pay for your sunk cost to-date.

Well, that's a very...

A very good offer.

So?

(sighs)

(grunts)

(phone chimes)

Roxanna: Hey. _

I'm sorry again I'm so late.

No, it's fine. I'm not much
of a sleeper these days.

How you doin'?

(exhales)

Simon Peng fired Miles

and asked me to come back to DeGraaf's.

- No shit.
- (chuckles)

(chuckles) Well, congratulations.

- Thank you.
- (glasses clink)

That's amazing.

(sighs)

Should I take it?

Uh, yeah, you should.
How is that even a question?

Well, I'm trying to open
my gallery, you know?

Right. Yeah, of course, the gallery.

Or you could just, uh,
run the multi-national company

you fought so hard for.

And you did a kick-ass job
running, by the way.

- I did, didn't I?
- Yes, you did.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Why are you not sleeping?

I'm fine.

Come on, let's sit.

You know, considering you were shot,

it's okay if you're not completely fine.

I'm good. Okay? I promise.

I'm doing my P.T.,

I'm looking for a job.

You didn't want to ask me for a job?

(stifles laugh)

I didn't think you'd say yes.

Besides, I think that
you and I work better

not working together.

Davenport's promised to put me
in touch with some friends,

so we'll see.

- Good.
- Mm.

The FBI are leaving you alone?

Yeah, they seem to be.

Well, if you're not
doing anything wrong,

you have nothing to worry about, right?

Nothin' wrong.

It's all positive direction
like I told you.

Anyway, you came here
asking me for advice.

So, go take your throne back.

(both chuckle)

I will.

(pounding on door)

Man: Mr. Davenport, open the door!

(pounding continues)

Mr. Davenport, open the door

or we'll be forced to do it for you!

All right, all right, I'm coming!

- (beeping)
- (lock clicks)

Good afternoon.

- Arthur Davenport?
- Yes?

Revenue Officer James Thompson.

I have a seizure warrant
and writ of entry

from the United States District
Court of Southern New York.

A seizure warrant for me?

I need you to stand aside
and let us enter.

Yes, yes, of course. Do come in.

(clears throat) Look, Mr. Thompson,

can't we discuss this reasonably?

I know I missed a few payments,
but I was planning...

And two court appearances.

You also sold your property upstate

but didn't report it to the IRS.

Yes, as I said,
I was planning on making...

You have two hours
to collect any personal effects

and then I need you
to leave the premises.

It's now government property.

If you need help packing,
we'll assist you.

(car honking)

- Hi, Matt.
- Graham. Matt Radcliffe.

Both: Hey.

Graham: Uh, thanks
for getting back to me.

I'm glad we could do this.

Yeah, well, you seemed determined.

Well, I... I never knew
I had a half-brother,

so I felt like
it would be worth meeting.

Hm-hm.

(clears throat)

Can I start you gentlemen
off with something to drink?

White wine, red wine,

maybe a beer?

Yeah. I'll have a Blue Moon.

And for you, sir?

- I'm fine with water.
- Woman: I'll be right back.

Thank you.

So you're an architect.

Yeah.

And, uh, you said that
you were... in the art business?

Yeah, exactly. Yeah, that's right.

I was with two
of the biggest auction houses

for a period of time and, uh... yeah.

I'm looking for a change.

Something less dirty.

(chuckles) Excuse me?

Come on.

The whole business is one big scam.

The people in the know are full of shit

people not in the know... fleeced.

Okay. Well, I'll, uh...

promise I won't try
and sell you anything.

(chuckles)

I don't know how...

how much you know about me or my dad.

Uh...

Sorry, our dad.

Joe Radcliffe is my dad.

He raised me since I was little.

But we share the same DNA.

Half.

Look, I don't want to be a prick,

but your dad got my mom pregnant

when he was already married
and with a kid.

That's not the DNA I wanna lean into.

Yeah, I know what he did.

So, you get that I'm not crazy about

identifying with him or with the family

that, frankly, I don't know at all.

Who the fuck are you to judge me?

You have no idea who I am.

And I don't...

I don't need to know who you are.

My life is good.

I am set without having
some bad memory trying

to jump back into my life.

So, please...

stop calling me.

Arthur? Yeah, it's me.

I really need an update
on those job interviews.

Yeah, urgently.

Where are you?

Move over.

Sorry.

(sighs) What's that?

It's just a little somethin'.

A housewarming gift
for your new apartment.

Is it a check?

(sighs) Look, I don't know
what the hell to get you.

What's popular in Bushwick?

Faux poverty.

You're already paying me a salary.

Give it to Nicole as a bonus.

She's earned it.

Eh, she can get a ninja outfit with it.

(stifles laugh)

So...

how's it going so far?

- Good.
- Hm?

Splitting my time between
learning codes and procedures

and trying to catch up
on all the projects

in development worldwide.

Mm-hmm.

You know, it would have been a shame

if you had been a doctor.

(scoffs)

Dad, going through
the files you gave me,

there's some pretty confidential
information in there.

Or sometimes, the ones and the zeros
don't necessarily add up.

I know.

If there's anything in there
that you do not feel...

comfortable with...

it doesn't work for you...

don't worry, I will understand.

No. It all tracks.

Good.

Now, I want you to focus on the museum.

The museum or the sites around it?

The latter.

We're gonna have
our meeting with Cobb tonight,

and he knows his numbers better
than he knows his Bible verses.

Permission to punch him
if he calls you Brother Brukner?

(chuckles)

Simon: 18 a share?
That would put its P/E ratio

north of 35, and you said 33, 34 tops.

Yes, you did.

Do not backpedal. Do not backpedal.

Figure it out.

Ms. Whitman.

Welcome back. (Roxanna chuckles)

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

We still haven't come to terms yet.

Name your price.

Five million in guaranteed salary,

plus another two in stock options.

That's a decent starting point.

And title of CEO.

That's a little more difficult.

We've restructured DeGraaf's

to fit within the Jianwun umbrella.

Best I can offer you is president.

Mm.

And I would report to you?

Yes, of course.

But imagine what
we could do for DeGraaf's

with you as the public face

and me behind the scenes
handling the business.

I see my father's old desk
is back in here.

I guess Miles liked it?

You know, you can redecorate
this place a thousand ways

and it wouldn't change a thing.

Too much history.

I don't follow.

DeGraaf's was never mine.

And it won't ever be.

But I don't...

I don't need DeGraaf's.

I'm ready to find what's mine.

Ms. Whitman, think about...

No. Mr. Peng, we're done talking.

Thank you, but...

my rejection is final.

Have a good day.

Graham: Why are we meeting in a hotel?

Well, I'm living here now.

Temporarily.

I'm officially homeless.

Mm.

The IRS came and...

took my home and everything in it.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

It's okay.

Uncle Sam wants you. Fuck him.

Yes. That's what I always say.

You know, as a child,

I always loved pretending
I was a cowboy.

One day I was Wyatt Earp
out on the frontier,

the next, Billy the Kid.

Always one step ahead of the law.

And it occurred to me,

what if you could be an outlaw...

and never have
the Sheriff coming after you?

Where are you getting at?

You wanted a job.

Well, I've got one for you.

"Trilling, Stern, Metta."

What is this?

(whispers) Individuals who own
valuable and illegal artwork.

People who can't complain
if any of it goes missing.

I don't have time for this.

You haven't worked in months.

Money must be a concern, no?

- (taps glass)
- Have a seat.

I'm good.

Look, I happen to know
that there are hundreds

and hundreds of these missing pieces

in private collections
all over Manhattan...

just ripe for the picking.

You need this as much as I do.

Which is why we need to partner up.

And what exactly would I be
doing as your partner?

There's a certain...

real-world element

that'll be central
to many of these thefts.

And you're a little bit more...

how shall I put it... Army-trained.

Oh.

Brukner.

Yes. No surprises there.

I'm pretty sure he's the one

who notified the IRS
about my infractions.

I want you to listen to me,

'cause there's something
you don't seem to understand.

(emphatically) I am done with this shit.

And how long ago was it...

(whispers) that Tommy Connor
blackmailed me

into a job? Hm?

(pats Graham)

Hello, Graham.

(breathing heavily)

Fancy running into you
in such a big city.

- Don't you come near me.
- You're afraid I'm gonna what,

stab you right here
by the warming station?

I have some impulse control.

Wh... what are you even doing here?

Would you believe I stay here sometimes

as a little getaway?

I book with reward points.

Or maybe, um...

just wanted to say hi.

You're supposed to be
in a federal prison.

So are you.

- No, I'm not.
- Oh, my goodness.

You don't see it, do you?

Cute.

I took your job

in the eternal hunt for the bad guy.

I'm the new you.

No.

I'm calling Ramirez.

Yeah, I have his number too.

You flipped?

You're saying after all this,

it was a flip?

You make me sound
like a '70s ranch house.

Yeah, the, uh...
Federal Bureau investigated me

and decided I have my own value.

No. No, no, no. You fund the SICA.

There is no fucking way
they will cut you loose.

For what it's worth...

Agent Ramirez was not happy about it.

His boss stepped in, overruled him.

They have their heart set
on a commander in Iraq

whom I happen to know.

Another valuable lesson, Graham.

Until you get all the way up to God,

who does not exist...

there's always a bigger fish.

You know, as twisted as you are,

I always assumed there was
some higher purpose with you.

The U.S. military has been
lying to people for decades.

It needs to be exposed.

By funding terrorism.

People only demand change

when they reach their breaking point.

Looks like you reached yours,

'cause you fucking flipped.

(chuckles, sighs)

When you flip a coin,

you're only picking what side you see.

Both sides are still there.

I'm just letting you know
I'm still here.

And I have a long memory.

(door bangs)

I don't know. Some of this stuff

should have stayed out on the street.

Should I tell Isabel?

- No. Do not do that.
- (chuckles)

This museum is awesome

and it's gonna be great
for the Brukner name.

- Good evening, Sam.
- Reverend.

(Sam and Cobb chuckle)

- Olivia.
- Oh, you brought your son.

Noah.

Didn't expect you to be here.

I didn't either... till this morning.

Wardell: Well, I figured since

you were bringing your prot�g�,
I would bring mine,

introduce him to the newest
addition to the neighborhood.

- Hey, Olivia.
- Good to see you.

So, Sam, how about a tour?

All right. Uh, first floor,
a bunch of art.

Second floor, a bunch more.
Third floor...

- Gift shop.
- ...a gift shop.

There you have it. All right, come on.

I've been reviewing
the plans that you sent over,

and that mixed-use space
on Sheffield, very good,

along with the condos at that flank it

and the dedicated retail space
across from the museum.

(Olivia sighs)

Our work is done.

Uh, apart from the share
of the net income,

I'm gonna need a guaranteed
percentage on the low-income housing.

Well, I'm gonna need a guarantee that

your community is gonna
support this thing

- all the way.
- Rising tide lifts all boats.

I'll make sure the community sees it.

I've been bringing Olivia here
up to speed on the day-to-day.

You can just contact her directly.

She's our point now?

- That's right.
- Is that a problem?

No. All good.

Uh, no.

You... you do have a problem.
What is it?

Noah, can we speak outside?

- Oh...
- Sam: What?

No one goes anywhere
till we get this straight.

I'm confused.

You two just met that one time, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

That was all she needed.

What part of my apology
didn't you understand?

I was going through a divorce,
acting on impulses, okay?

I've moved on. I think you should too.

We should all move on.

No. No. What'd you do to her?

Excuse me, what did she do to him?

Hey, don't you even start, Cobb.

Don't you speak to me that way.

- You don't have any respect for us.
- Get off your goddamn

high horse. You need to learn
some manners, Jezebel.

- (Olivia gasps)
- (Wardell grunts)

Oh, shit.

You lying sack of shit. Rice is out.

Okay, where'd you see him?

At The Ignatius Hotel.

What... what were you doing there?

Are you shitting me?
The guy I risked my life

to help you put away is bumping
into me on the street!

Take a breath.

Hear me out.

Rice is gonna pay. Trust me.

But right now, he has extremely
valuable information for us.

- Some commander in Iraq.
- And more.

As the SICA contracts,

his role as fund raiser
becomes even more important.

He's been invited over there next month

for a shipment where he's gonna sit down

with that commander
and their operations chief.

He hasn't flipped.

He's playing you! He's playing you!

Look, Graham, you don't
know shit about shit.

(emphatically) I come
in here every single day.

Maybe one day out of a hundred,
I get to make an arrest.

Every other day, I'm building my cases.

I'm laying down bricks one at a time.

That's how the FBI works.

I just can't believe
that you don't care more.

I do. This is how it works.

There's no goddamn justice.

- Oh, come on, Graham.
- Okay? Nobody cares about...

People like Elizabeth die
and guys like Rice

get their visas paid for by Uncle Sam.

That's the real world!

And you get to walk around free

after being part of multiple murders.

I never got Uzay.

- He's dead.
- Not to me.

Every day I see him.

Because you didn't get
a chance to kill him?

That is some egotistical
version of justice, Graham.

It's my version.

You need to take a look at yourself.

What you're talkin' about
is not justice.

It's bloodlust.

Revenge.

That is not what good,
loving boyfriends actually do.

I don't give a shit.

Rice deserves to die.

Uzay deserved to die,

and I deserved the chance to do it.

Graham.

Goddammit, Graham.

You said you were gonna
keep your nose clean.

You remember? Graham!

That stiff?

Really?

Yell at me later, okay?
I'm gonna start making calls,

see if there's someone Cobb
might have pissed off worse.

- (mutters) Yeah.
- We can get ahead of this.

Hey. It's me.

Um... are you available to come back

into the office, like, right now?

I... it's not for sex this time.

I just need to give you
a heads up on something.

Call me.

Brukner on voicemail: Are
you available to come back

into the office, like, right now?

I... it's not for sex this time.

I just need to give you
a heads up on something.

Call me.

Sorry that took so long.

There was a line.

- Hm.
- Did you order my drink?

Yeah, yeah, I got you a...

a wine.

(door closes)

Not a good time to say hello, Graham.

Do I ever just show up to say hello?

Sam: No.

And you look like shit.

Which puts my ass
at full pucker. What's up?

Paul Rice is out.

I told you, if you shoot him...

The FBI are using him to get somebody
big. I can't do anything about it.

- I'm calling... I'm calling Agent Rambo.
- It's not gonna do anything.

It's above him. It's all above him.

He's there, and it's above him.

This is bad. This is really bad!

Ramirez is guaranteeing me that he's...
he's not gonna be a threat.

Yeah, I will wipe my ass
with his guarantee.

That's what its worth.

You know, he preaches to me
about staying out of trouble

and putting all this behind me,

but it's not possible

because... the whole thing is rigged.

It's all...

rigged for me to fail.

Were you ever really
gonna keep your nose clean?

I promised myself that I would.

No.

Don't make promises
that go against who you are.

(sighs) So, what are we gonna do?

About Rice?

So it arrived last night,

but I wanted you to be here
when I opened it.

You didn't need to wait for me.

No, you're a part of this.

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for you.

I'll help you uncrate,
but I'm not coming

- to work for you, got that?
- (laughs) I got it.

Oh, I'm sorry, we're not open yet.

I see that. You're missing the art.

Yeah. It's coming.

Can I ask you a question?

Uh-huh.

You ever work with an artist

named Heinrich Strauss?

Brilliant painter who unfortunately

had a heart attack
and passed away recently.

Technically flawless.

Had a side business

working in the style of the old masters.

Copied them, actually.

Anyway, his heart attack

caught him a little bit by surprise.

He didn't have time
to clean up any of his files.

Roxanna: Whomever this Strauss was,

I'm...

sorry he died. I...

Roxanna Whitman, you're under arrest

for the solicitation
and sale of forged artwork.

(gasps) I don't understand.

- Don't worry. You will.
- What the hell are you talking about?

Man: You have the right
to remain silent.

This is bullshit.

Anything you say can,
will be used against you

in a court of law. You have
the right to an attorney...

Roxanna, don't say a word.
I'm getting your lawyers right away.

Man: If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you

by a court of law.
We'll figure this out.

Do you understand these rights
as I have read them to you?

(whirring)

(clicking)

? Welcome to my nightmare ?

? I think you're gonna like it ?

? I think you're gonna feel... ?

I hope you didn't invite me
over here for a sing-along.

50/50,

but we do things my way.

And everyone we steal from deserves it.

Understand?

Of course.

? You want to feel at home... ?

Just curious...

why the change of heart?

I don't think I've had one.

? Welcome to my nightmare ?

- Cheers...
- ? Whoa, ho, ho, ho ?

...Tommy.

(continues in background)
? Welcome to my breakdown ?

? I hope I didn't scare you ?

? That's just the way we are ?

? When we come down ?

? Feels like it's just a dream here ?

Man on phone: The fire department
got the call 20 minutes ago.

You gotta get down here, Sam.

? Yeah, welcome to my nightmare ?

? Yeah, hey, hey, hey ?

I'm leaving Henry.

The museum's on fire.

? Welcome to my nightmare ?

? I think you're gonna like it ?

? I think you're gonna
feel you belong... ?

I got the impression you
didn't want to see me anymore.

I don't.

What do you want, Graham?

I want the last year of my life back.

I really, really want
my girlfriend back.

You can't give me any of that, can you?

I have a nice bottle of Grenache.

You really believe that bullshit
you spouted earlier?

About exposing the military?

I do.

You think it's okay to pay
for people to strap on bombs

and blow up thousands
of innocent people?

-(sighs)
- Graham: Kids? You think that's okay?

Rice: You see terrorism as evil.

I'm not gonna pretend it's nice.

But...

the thing is, it's done with purpose.

You might not agree with that purpose,

but it's... it's there.

Real evil lacks reason.

It's what governments do.

Every day, they murder innocent people

on an industrial scale without reason.

It's just... runaway greed.

So, if a few innocent people die
to take down real evil...

it's a small price to pay,
don't you think?

Now, uh, if you'll excuse me...

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(wheezing)

(choking)

- I can't accept that.
- (Rice spits)

(coughing)

- (gunshot)
- (bottle clatters)

? Welcome to my nightmare ?

? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ?

? Welcome to my breakdown ?

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