Previously on The Art of More...
Uzay killed Elizabeth.
Before I leave the country, I will kill him.
Jianwun just bought DeGraaf's.
Miles brought this opportunity.
- I have to honor that. - You're out, Roxanna.
You have 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.
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 a fight.
The deal with Rice is confirmed.
- I suggest killing him. - That's not how we operate.
Please do not get me killed.
Take it easy, kid. This is our customer.
We have the driver detained.
No one else in the van.
- They never left the building. - Transfer done.
Thank you very much, Mr. Connor.
We need to go. Now.
Uh, you're free to pick up your items now.
Uzay will help you. 12th floor. Bye now.
Expect a large present soon.
Enough for the operation you've planned.
Stairs.
Why are you shooting my clients?
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 had 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.
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.
No, no.
He's lying to you!
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!
Abdul!
Secure the floor.
How long were you working with the FBI?
The whole time.
You're fucked.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
You're not getting out of this alive.
I'll make damn sure of that.
Holy shit.
Welcome back.
- Hey, Ma? - Huh?
Ma, he's up.
- Tommy! - Hey, Ma.
Tommy.
What's everyone doin' here?
Tommy, what the hell happened?
A guy tried to mug me.
The last thing I remember is...
Is a... A gunshot.
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.
- Okay. - Come on, Ma.
- Okay. - I love you, Mom.
Okay. Okay.
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.
It's over now.
I'm sorry.
- Hi, Sam. - Hey, Josie. Josie.
- 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.
Hmm. Well...
I'm hungry.
- 20%. - Now, don't be a pig.
15.
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?
Arthur Davenport.
Oh, you look like shit.
The hell have you been?
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.
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?
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...
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.
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 badass bitch quotient.
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.
- Hmm. - 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.
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.
May I zip up first?
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.
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.
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?
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'?
Simon Peng fired Miles and asked me to come back to DeGraaf's.
No shit.
Well, congratulations.
- Thank you. - That's amazing.
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 multinational company
you fought so hard for.
And you did a kickass job running, by the way.
- I did, didn't I? - Yes, you did.
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?
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. - Mmm.
- 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.
I will.
Mr. Davenport, open the door!
Mr. Davenport, open the door or we'll be forced to do it for you!
All right, all right, I'm coming!
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.
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.
- Hi, Matt. Graham. Hey. - Matt Radcliffe. Hey.
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.
Hmm.
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. - 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.
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.
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.
What's that?
It's just a little somethin'.
A housewarming gift for your new apartment.
Is it a check?
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.
So...
- How's it going so far? - Good.
- Hmm? - Splitting my time between
learning codes and procedures and trying to catch up
on all the projects in development worldwide.
Mmm-hmm.
You know, it would have been a shame
if you had been a doctor.
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,
and that 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?
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.
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.
Mmm.
- 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 1,000 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.
Why are we meeting in a hotel?
Well, I'm living here now.
Temporarily.
I'm officially homeless.
Hmm.
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? - 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?
- 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.
I am done with this shit.
And how long ago was it...
... that Tommy Connor blackmailed me into a job? Hmm?
Hello, Graham.
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.
No, 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.
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.
I don't know. Some of this stuff
should have stayed out on the street.
Should I tell Isabel?
No. Do not do that.
This museum is awesome
and it's gonna be great for the Brukner name.
- Good evening, Sam. - Reverend.
- Olivia. - Oh, you brought your son.
Noah. Didn't expect you to be here.
I didn't either, till this morning.
Well, I figured since
you were bringing your protégé, 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 that flank it
and the dedicated retail space across from the museum.
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 do have a problem. What is it?
- Noah, can we speak outside? - 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.
Oh, shit.
- You lying sack of shit. Rice is out. - Okay, where'd you see him?
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.
I come in here every single day.
Maybe one day out of 100, 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...
Women 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.
- 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, uh, it's not for sex this time.
I just need to give you a heads up on something.
Call me.
Are you available to come back
into the office, like, right now?
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. - Hmm.
- Did you order my drink? - Yeah, yeah, I got you a...
A wine.
Not a good time to say hello, Graham.
Do I ever just show up to say hello?
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 bigger. I can't do anything about it.
- 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 it's 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.
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? - 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, uh, 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.
Whomever this Strauss was,
I'm...
...sorry he died. I...
Roxanna Whitman, you're under arrest
for the solicitation and sale of forged artwork.
I don't understand.
- Don't worry. You will. - What the hell are you talking about?
You have the right to remain silent.
- This is bullshit. - Anything you say can
and 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.
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?
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.
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
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?
Kids? You think that's okay?
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...
I can't accept that.
Welcome to my nightmare
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Welcome to my breakdown
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