The Art of More (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Heavy Lies the Head - full transcript

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If you can't fold a slice in
your hand, it ain't pizza.

End of discussion.

Yeah, yeah, you're talking crazy, man.

You come to Chicago, deep dish, baby.
Deep dish.

Deep dish?

It's not even a pizza. It's a pie.

You need a knife and fork.

In Brooklyn, you start
using a knife and fork,

I swear to God, cops will
come and arrest you.

I'll take you to Geno's, Malnati's.



You'll see. I mean...

Freeze!

Sanaa? What are you doing here?

I forgot a file. I was
coming back to get it.

- Is anybody with you?
- Of course not.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I should have let someone know
I was coming back to get it.

Okay, you stay with Sanaa.
I'll check it out.

Shh.

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I have 1.1 on the phone.

Do I hear 1.2?

We got a pretty good racket going.

In a little over an hour, the
collection being auctioned here



will earn Parke-Mason over
$5 million in commissions.

Big commissions.

Every item we sell has a unique history.

And you'd be surprised how many
reek of blood and dirty money.

Smuggled, stolen, and forged
art is a $10 billion business.

The big collectors are more than
willing to look the other way.

1.3.

Fair and final warning!

Sold!

To the gentleman in the
third row for $1.2 million.

That's where I come in.

I get them to look my way.

Congratulations, Mr. Davenport.

And congratulations to you too, Graham.

I never thought someone would pay
twice the reserve for an old crown.

You'd be amazed at what some
people would do for an old crown.

♪ Determination to conquer
all my ambitions ♪

He should be tagging
items in the store room,

not managing an account like Davenport's.

No experience, no connections.

Do you think he even got
this account legitimately?

Why? Because he didn't
grow up on Park Avenue?

Neither did I.

That's definitely not what I'm saying.

Everybody knows you built this
place one brick at a time.

Mr. Mason, enjoying the evening?

It's a little early to be celebrating.

Of course.

Well, I'll give it to Davenport.

Keep the client happy, right, Prescott?

Todd, I don't care how
Graham won the account.

All I care about is

employees who can contribute to the
success of this company, period.

There we go. All right.

Is that for me?

A beautiful girl without a drink.

Quite a production.

If you're gonna do something,
do it passionately.

Is that the secret to
your success, passion?

You mean is that how I stole Davenport
away from you, Miss Whitman?

I see the rumors I heard
about you are true.

That I'm good?

That you're a cocky shit who
bulldozed his way into the business

and who will be gone just as quickly.

- Roxanna. Hi.
- Mr. Davenport.

Mr. Davenport, can I have a shot?

Oh, photo?

So, what are you doing here?

Well, I had to see what was worth
leaving DeGraaf's for, didn't I?

Very thoughtful of you.

Any time.

Okay.

- I think this was meant for you.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Connor.
- Nice to meet you.

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

I knew who she was.

She was not happy when I left DeGraaf's.

Tread carefully.

She doesn't like to lose.

Neither do I.

None of these so-called art experts

can believe that I am auctioning off

a half-a-billion dollars of my collection.

They come over to my house.

They literally drool when
they see what I have.

It's like they're looking at my women,

- which I have a pretty big collection of too.
- Shit.

Thing is, I have what's
called money,

which means I don't have
to listen to anyone.

Being me is a lot of fun.

Wouldn't you love to have my life?

Johnnie Walker Blue.

You know, you and I have
something in common.

I was a waiter too.

I used to make twice the tips of
the old codgers I worked with.

- You want to know my secret?
- Hmm?

Flattery.

Every woman that walked into my
station, I would admire her hair.

I told her how great she
looked in that dress.

But in your case,

if I was to tell you

that you're one of the most beautiful
women that I have ever seen,

that would not be flattery.

That would be a true fact.

I'm busy tomorrow night.

Johnnie Walker Blue. Straight up, please.

Man knows his scotch.

Shh. Don't tell anyone.

We're supposed to drink Chardonnay.

So, what time am I picking
you up tomorrow night?

I'd never walk away from
someone who could help me.

Oh, I think it's her that could help me.

Don't worry about it. I got 22 million
for Arthur Davenport's account.

I think I can get you another waitress.

You're the guy.

Yeah, Graham Connor.

- Sam Brukner.
- Pleasure.

You live a very charmed life, Graham.

I cannot believe that those Cotton
Exchange sketches went for 2 million.

Well, you can only look
at so many ballerinas.

Degas's New Orleans work,

it's some of his best stuff.
It's grittier.

What I really wanna know is,

how did you pry those sketches
out of Davenport's ass?

I hear he only unclenches
for 18-year-old boys.

My apologies, Mr. Brukner.
I got held up on a call.

- But I do have those estimates...
- That's no problem.

Your new man here was just
giving me an art lesson.

Really?

Duty calls.

I don't like surprises, Graham.

I'm the point person on
the Brukner solicitation.

Yeah, I'm not trying to
get in your way, Todd.

It's just Brukner grew up dirt poor,

served in the military, like me.

I just want him to feel like he has
a kindred spirit at Parke-Mason.

You know,

for your own good,

I'm going to strongly suggest that
you lose the loose cannon approach.

Yeah. No, you're right. You're right.

I'll tell you what. Let's just
show Brukner a good time.

And when he signs with us,

you can do what you do best
and take all the credit.

You see, I've been outsmarting
people since I was eight.

All my friends, they bought these
piece of shit pickup trucks

they promptly ran into the ground.

But I knew that the XKE had
a lot more upside to it.

So, I saw an opportunity

because they were going to have
with these bumper regulations.

They were going to totally change...

Familiar face.

You were in the front row at
the auction yesterday, right?

And should I be flattered that
you noticed or disturbed?

Probably disturbed. But I do
have an eye for detail, so...

Tonight is about the clients.

Not my granddaughter.

Will you excuse us, Elizabeth?

Just getting to know your team.

I'll expect you to join us for
dinner later. Until then, mingle.

Your job tonight,

keep Mr. Williams happy.

And to keep Roxanna Whitman
the hell away from him.

- Yes, sir.
- Okay.

As you can see, the numbers
have fallen 20% since Friday.

It's disappointing.

Graham, have you seen how low
the estimates have dropped?

Mr. Williams, this happens all the time.

Sometimes, demand isn't what
you thought it would be.

Or sometimes, your exec
sets unrealistic goals.

Based on our pre-bid registration levels...

I've spent 20 years
building this collection.

Which is why you may wanna
wait for the right situation.

Let me show you the 275 display.

We'll speak later.

I think she might be right.

Now might not be the most opportune time.

She's wrong.

I give you my word.

Your word?

If I take a bath on this auction,

- my creditors could force me to liquidate.
- We'll guarantee the reserve.

Okay?

We believe in this auction. We don't
want you to worry about a thing.

- All right.
- Okay.

I have always said storm
warnings are for pussies.

And I have never been one to
back down from a challenge.

But holy shit!

I have never seen anything like this.

And I find the captain,
even he's throwing up.

I grab him by the ear.
I say, "Look, you bastard,

"I don't care if this tub goes down.

"Do not let the Picasso get wet."

I gotta take this. Good night, folks.
I'll see you.

Sam, Sam, I'd love to talk.

Your boy Prescott has already
made a bid for Parke-Mason.

Let me show you what I can do.

I'm having a private
gathering in my apartment.

Okay.

Those two girls you were
talking to earlier,

the leggy blond and the
one with the black dress,

the sparkly tits.

Why don't you bring them
up in about 20 minutes?

That's not what I do.

No, you misunderstand.

I'm inviting you to come
up and have some fun.

I'll see you in 20 minutes.

Okay, new story.

You were invited here tonight
by a buyer, but he's boring,

and Brukner seems like he's
different from the rest.

You got it?

Okay, he's in the penthouse. Go on.

"Graham Connor."

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- Jesus Christ!
- Shh!

We're all clear down here.

I'll secure the exits, see if I can
get the monitors working again.

Roger.

You're not supposed to be down here.

They heard you. You'd rather I let
the other guy come down here?

And what the hell are you doing
with a drill? I left that open.

Well, someone closed it.

The next time you bring a gun, I'm out.

And the next time you point
one at me, you're out too,

and I'm not talking about the business.

There are guards all around outside.

Can we please just finish and get out?

Is that all right with you, Tommy?

It's clear. Go.

Go.

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I'm a very busy man, Thomas Graham Connor.

Tommy. Call me Tommy. How you doing?

I agreed to meet with you

because my friend in Istanbul
said you had a message for me.

It's more of a favor.

I'm not accustomed to bestowing
favors on people I've never met.

This feels like toilet paper.

Your friend tell you I was the
one that got him that crown?

Did he tell you where I got it?

Yeah, that vase, too.

Looks like you're one
of his best customers.

What do you want?

A job.

We're not looking for help.

Not with you. With Parke-Mason.

You don't strike me as their type.

Yeah. Yeah, they already said that.

Well, then, doesn't look
very likely, now, does it?

It does once you help me.

And why would I do that?

So I don't tell the FBI what
a great collection you got.

Get out.

Okay.

But if I leave now, I'm
going straight to the Feds.

Even if I wanted to help you,

I'm not particularly close to Edward Mason.

You don't need to be close.

They want you, so you got leverage.

And when you give me control of
your account, I'll have it too.

And if I refuse?

Then it's off to the Feds, is that it?

That's up to you.

We can go toe to toe or side by
side, whatever you wanna do.

Go on. Tell them your story.

I'll say I bought them from a dealer
whom I thought was reputable.

I will have committed no crime, but
you will have admitted to a felony.

Yeah, I mean, you'll lose a
chunk of your collection.

Yes, and you along with it.

Suppose for a moment
you did get the job.

Which is highly unlikely.

You wouldn't last a second.

You don't know the first thing about art.

Except how to steal it.

Pissarro.

He was a no-bullshit guy.

Spoken like a true art historian.

Took on the Neo-impressionist
style at the age of 54.

He took a lot of shit for it at the time,

but now, people appreciate his genius.

This is a solid investment.

Are we done here?

A Modigliani.

One of his early pencil sketches.
These are hard to find.

He destroyed a lot of them himself.

You must have some good contacts.

Of course, we already knew that.

You got a thing for people who
weren't appreciated in their time.

My Achilles' heel, it seems.

Asia Minor, 500 B.C.

Well, at least the original is.

You know this is a copy, right?

What makes you say that?

I saw the original in a museum
in Turkey before it was stolen.

You wanna know the guy that
bought it on the black market?

Look, Arthur...

I just want the chance to do
something that I love, okay?

And I'm smart enough to know that

no one is gonna offer
me a seat at the table

unless I bring something to it.

And I know what I can bring to you.

Inside information.

And an art world ally who can
assemble an M16 blindfolded.

How many of those have you met?

You think I'm full of shit?

No.

I think you're a very passionate
and resourceful young man.

Good qualities

if they can be channeled properly.

So where does that leave us?

Hold still.

If you're going to work at Parke-Mason,

you should at least know
how to tie a Windsor knot.

And work on your vocabulary.

Eloquent thoughts
deserve eloquent words.

And for God's sake, lose "Tommy."

Tommy is a delivery boy.

We have one thing that the eBays
and the dot coms don't...

Our experience, our expertise

our ability to get very rich
people into an auction room

and bring their competitive
juices to a boil.

Now, there's a lot of new money out there.

If we can get it competing
with the old, then trust me,

the magic will happen.

Have a productive day.

I need a word with you.

A first-year account exec does not
ever guarantee a reserve to a client.

Do you understand me?

- He was gonna walk.
- Then you come to me.

We'll meet the reserve.

Save the cocky routine for the counter
girls and pray you hit the reserve.

I've fired people for less.

Yes, sir.

Asshole.

Hey, Andrew, Graham Connor.

You got the catalog I sent you?

Then you saw the picture of Steve McQueen
sitting in the Ferrari on the cover.

Coolest guy who ever lived.

Now, imagine you behind the wheel.

How would that look on the cover
of PS4's gaming magazine?

Yeah, of course.

No problem. Bring a babe.

I'll have two VIP seats taped off for you.

Okay, see you there. Bye.

These proofs came for you.

Thanks, Stacy.

I got a potential buyer coming in at 2:00.

If he gets here before I'm
back from my lunch meeting...

Oh, was that the man who was
asking about the Crown of Calah?

- What man?
- He said you did business in Iraq.

He was here earlier.
Middle Eastern gentleman.

He didn't leave his name or number,
but he said he'd contact you.

What did he look like?

How the hell did he get here?

I thought they had watchlists
for people like that.

I have no idea.

But he showed up at Parke-Mason,

and he told the receptionist
he was gonna come back.

Stupid. Stupid. I never
should have sold the crown.

I knew it would attract the
wrong kind of attention.

I can handle him.

I didn't sign up for this, you know.

Then you'd rather I keep you in the dark?

- No, I always want the truth.
- And I've always given it to you.

Look, I'm gonna find out what he wants,

and then I'm gonna get rid of him.

Leverage him.

You're very good at that.

And remember,

I took a chance on you.

Don't make me regret it.

I can't wait to show you the
conceptual drawings, Mr. Hui.

The Steve McQueen Ferrari
is the perfect centerpiece

for your new museum in Shanghai.

Great. I'll see you at the hotel for lunch.

I was just about to buzz you.

Mr. Crawford here would like to speak
to you about the Crown of Calah.

Mr. Connor, it's been too long.

So good to see you again.

We had a deal. No contact, ever.

I had no choice. ISIS has turned
Iraq into a giant death camp.

It's become impossible to
move anything back home.

You brought merchandise with you?

It is on a shipping container to the
Port of Newark Terminal tonight.

One of the 27 statues of Gudea.

Yeah, I recognize it.
So will everyone else.

- You sold the Crown of Calah.
- That was different.

It had a reputable...

It had a reputable owner,
perfectly forged chain of title.

And how did it get this reputable owner?

How did you get this wonderful new life?

- Give me the phone.
- Hey, I need that.

Listen to me.

The FBI might lock me up for a few years,

but you know what they'd do to you?

You have a new life because
of the work we did together.

- Why shouldn't I have the same?
- I busted my ass for what I have now.

I didn't just walk in and demand it.

I don't want to make
trouble for you, Tommy.

But loyalty is a two-way street,
and my loyalty to you...

You haven't always made that easy,
and I never wavered.

So, what do you want?

When the shipment comes in,

I just need you to help me find a buyer.

You get half of whatever I make.

And when the merchandise
is gone, honest, I'm gone.

Where are you staying?

In a motel by the airport.

I'll find you. Go that way.

- I'll find you.
- Thank you, Tommy.

- You won't regret it.
- Go that way.

No big deal.

Helping Hassan move stolen merchandise?

It's just one item.

I told him he's on his own for the rest.

A statue of Gudea shouldn't be
a tough sell. It's beautiful.

You do realize it's far
too well-known to...

Thanks.

It's far too well-known
to go on the open market.

Well, you could buy it.

You're serious?

Well, you just said...

After everything I've just told you
about not getting me involved.

Look, no one will ever know.

No, of course not.

I've invested a lot in you, Graham.

And not for reasons
most people assume.

I mean, I know what people say.

- I don't care what they say.
- Neither do I.

But you mean something to me.

And apparently, I'm just
another easy mark for you.

Enjoy your lunch.

Lovers' spat?

He was thanking me for exceeding
expectations at his auction.

I'm sorry I'm late.

We have some buyers in Athens
inquiring about your collection.

- You look fantastic.
- Thank you.

You look great.

Doesn't she look fantastic?

She's definitely one of a kind.

Let's get you a drink.

Actually, I was thinking we
could have lunch at your place.

No interruptions.

Well, that's what I call salesmanship.

Huh? Huh?

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Belinda, no calls for two hours.
I'll see you back at the office.

Hard to compete with a perfect ass.

I need to get him alone. 10 minutes.

I know you can squeeze me
into his schedule sometime.

Not a chance.

- You'd be doing him a favor.
- Doing him a favor?

Yeah, helping him pick
the right auction house.

And I would also be very grateful.

Do you have a piece of paper?

Yeah.

- Just use the back of that.
- Okay.

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I am so glad that
we are doing this here.

Me, too.

- Here you go.
- I'm fine. Thank you.

Ah, come on.
Just like old times.

At the press conference,

we should have mock-ups
of the new hospital wing.

Really connect the auction
to the charity angle.

And the jobs, all the jobs that
the hospital is gonna create.

Buyers don't care about jobs.

Only the city council cares about that.

Let me ask you something.

Why the hell do you think
I'm doing this auction?

I know why.

It was my idea to make the deal with
the city council in the first place.

No, I beg to differ.

But let's just, for the moment,
say it was our idea.

I want to hit the jobs
angle in the press.

It won't raise the value
of the collection.

I have goals.

Goals that go beyond
building this hospital

and getting my housing
development approved.

And for that, I'm gonna
have to cover every front.

Hmm. Do tell.

Governor?

- Eh.
- Senator?

You're too old to be the next James Bond.

Hey, don't you sell me short.

I can run circles around
those young fluffer boys

you have working at DeGraaf's.

I did a triathlon last year...

- In California.
- In California.

- Placed seventh.
- Fifty seconds behind first place!

You may have mentioned
that once or twice.

I love the way you hang
on my every word.

It's beautiful.

You wanna hit the jobs,
we'll hit the jobs.

Just make sure that when
your name is up in lights,

my name is there too.

When the time comes,

I will sing your praises.

But I wanna be upfront with you.
You have to understand

that I have to go through the motions

with Parke-Mason and the other houses.

Don't bullshit me, Sam.

I just lost my oldest
account to Graham Connor.

Will you relax? Hmm?

You more than anyone else know

that my tastes are a lot different
than Arthur Davenport's.

So, what else you got?

Are you not having fun?

Just taking a break.

Don't stress. It's a party,
not an execution.

Ah, not when the invite is mandatory.

What? You can't make your own choices?

I choose to have another drink.

I can support that choice.

So, is it the people, the art,

or the fact that it was
your grandfather's decree

that pisses you off
about being here?

It's not that.

I mean, I love art.
Not this stuff, but still...

What?

I don't know what I wanna do yet,

but I know I'm not gonna find it here.

Well, you should try and look
past the mandatory invite.

You know, maybe it's really a
get out of jail free card.

And how do you figure that?

Well, whatever you wind up doing,

you're gonna need connections, right?

And there's a room full of them.

And most of them got there
through their connections.

So, what was your connection?

I'm an exception to the rule.

I had something they really wanted.

What?

Something unique.

Subtle disapproval-slash-innate charm?

No on the disapproval.

Thank you on the charm.
I'll take that.

It's kind of a sketchy charm,
but yeah...

Can I show you something I
think you'll really like?

You do realize that that is the
creepiest opening line ever?

Well, I didn't open with it.

The guy that painted these, Lucha,

he painted in the streets of Mexico.

His whole family was killed by a
drug cartel, but he kept painting.

It was like his way of
fighting back, you know?

What?

Nothing.

I like the way you talk about art.

Did that start before or
after you were in the Army?

- You've been checking me out.
- Mm-hmm.

That's a long way from Parke-Mason.

Yeah, my dad always said,

if you love something
enough, you find a way.

Of course, he died before
he found his way, but...

Maybe it takes a generation.

You must think I'm pretty pathetic.

Complaining about being handed something

that most people have to fight for.

Look, I know Parke-Mason is not
exactly the underground art scene,

but just 'cause you start somewhere

doesn't mean you're gonna end up there.

I suppose.

Get some experience,

and then, you know, go do what
you want in a couple of years.

- Thank you.
- For what?

I think this is the first
time since I graduated

that I didn't feel like someone
was talking down to me.

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Is everything okay?

Uh, no. No, it's not.

That was a client.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to
make an early night of it. I'm sorry.

- Okay.
- Come on. I'll give you a ride home.

I'm more than capable of
getting home by myself.

And not to burst your bubble,

but I've been coming here for years.

Change of heart?

I realized I may have misjudged your value.

No, not so fast.

Well, you did invite me.

To offer you a proposal.

I'm gonna do something for you.

And you're gonna do something for me.

Great.

We gonna do these things out in the hall?

You're on.

Graham.

Sam, good to see you.

I don't wanna interrupt your...

Okay, okay, okay.

Give me your spiel. Come on.

Make it quick.

- My spiel?
- Yeah, look.

Don't embarrass us both.

You tracked me down, now
say what you have to say.

Okay, well, frankly, with
so much on the line,

I can't figure out why you'd give
up a once-in-a-lifetime auction

just for a hot piece of
ass who only has her job

because her father runs the company.

Roxanna Whitman is no dumb bunny.

She grew up in this business.

She worked her way up by
out-smarting people like you.

You've been in this
business, what, six months?

Nine, and I've already...

She knows all of the big buyers,
the PR people, the media,

and she knows how to promote
the hell out of it.

Look, you got balls,

but you're going to need more than that

if you're gonna play with the big boys.

So, the next time you just
happen to bump into me,

you better have something more to give
me than what Roxanna has to offer.

Hey, Bill. How's it going?

Mr. Williams.

- Don't let me down.
- I gave you my word. Sir.

Mr. Hui. Thanks for coming.
It's going to be a great night.

It's beautiful. It's a beautiful car.

Yeah, you're right.

Andrew, I've got a huge favor to ask.

Would you autograph a copy of
"Combat Town" for my kid brother?

He absolutely worships you.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

You want to, uh... You want to get in?
See how it feels?

Yeah. Okay.

Whoa!

My dad worked on a Detroit assembly line.

I always dreamed of something like this.

Imagine if he could see you now.

Five million, it's yours.

Tell her you'll drive her home in it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you'd please take your seats.

We are about to begin.

Hey. Thanks for coming. Thank you,
appreciate it. Glad you made it.

First up, page four in your catalog
is a 1964 Ford Shelby Cobra.

Get the hell away from here!

The shipment was moved before
I could get my hands on it.

And now it's being picked up
later tonight for delivery.

That's not my problem.

I can't do it alone.

That's not who I am anymore.

Why whisper to the ass, when I
can talk directly to the ear?

Maybe Mr. Parke-Mason will
want to take a chance. Move!

Get away from here.

Get away from here!

Do you want to do this, huh? Huh?

I thought this is not who you are anymore.

- Hey, what's going on?
- It's fine.

It's fine.

I need this money to get
my family out of Iraq.

Please.

Help me get them out safely and you
can go back to your life, Tommy.

Or Graham, or whoever you want to be.

I got one hour.

I have 500,000. Do I have 550?

550? I have 550 on the phone. Thank you.

Do I hear 600?

600? Once, twice.

Fair and final warning.

Sold for $550,000!

Come on.

Next up, lot number 14.

A 1963 Jaguar XKE.

Once owned by the Prince Rainier of Monaco.

Shall we start the bidding
then at $150,000?

Do I have 150?

Here.

Come on, man. We gotta move.

You shouldn't have coated it.

It could've been damaged.

Oh, it was the only way
to get it into Turkey.

Plastic will peel right off. See?

Look at that.

Perfectly preserved.

See? Look at the details.

Okay. Come on.

Whoa, whoa. What you doing back there?

Hey.

Hey, did my office not call you?

We're from customs.

They were supposed to tell
you we were coming down.

What did you do? What did you do?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He was going to arrest us.

He's a security guard for Christ's sake!
He's not a cop!

Oh, shit.

Shit. He's still alive.

- Finish packing. I'm going to call it in!
- Stop!

- He needs a doctor!
- Stop!

Don't pretend like you
didn't know what this was!

- He needs a doctor.
- He saw our faces.

You know what he needs.

- What're you doing?
- What's the matter, Graham?

Is life more important here in the
States than it was over there?

Graham, he's suffering.

Is that what you want?

Okay.

But you let him see your face.

Come on.

Next up, lot number 20.

A Ferrari 275 GTB.

Once owned by the late actor and
race car driver, Steve McQueen.

Now, I'd like to start the
bidding at $3 million.

Do I have $3 million?

Three million.

Get the rest of that box.

I have four million.

Once, twice.

Wait, I have 4.2 million

from the gentleman in the fourth row.
Thank you, sir.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

How many pieces you got?

Do I hear 6.3?

I have 6.3 for this Ferrari
owned by Steve McQueen.

- Hurry up.
- Why did you let him see you?

Hurry up!

We have a bid of seven million!
Thank you, sir.

Do I hear 7.1?

7.1 in the fourth row.

7.1 is the bid. Do I hear 7.2?

Eight million.

We have $8 million.

Do I hear 8.1?

Fair and final warning then.

Sold for $8 million to the
gentleman in the fourth row!

The man who invited me,
Graham Connor, where is he?

Mr. Connor got called away on business.

Is there something I can help you with?

Tell him he's a lying prick.

Let's go.

Thanks for coming.

Well, I did agree to sell the crown.

So it would be foolish of me to hold
you responsible for everything.

The Battle of Alexander at Issus.

Painted in 1529.

It was one of the first great battle
paintings using aerial point of view.

My dad loved this painting.

You know, most people eventually
give up trying to repair themselves.

You haven't.

I admire that about you.

Maybe that's what made me want
to help you in the first place.

If you wanna help me, buy
the statue from Hassan.

Hmm.

If there are no outside parties involved,

we're that much closer
to getting rid of him.

Hassan is an outside party, Graham.

He's not some terrorist.

He was a decent guy before the war.

He knows how to be careful.

He's been doing this a long time.

You absolutely certain of that?

I mean, the man took no risks
getting into the country.

With himself or with the stolen artifacts.

No.

I got it all under control.

I certainly hope so.

For both our sakes.

Let's get a perimeter set up.