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[bunniefuu]

[woman] Look at that.

I mean, really, look at that.

Painted in 1914

by Hilma af Klint.

She wanted to evoke

the feeling of contradiction.

Some say the vertical line

breaking the canvas

symbolizes where

opposite forces meet,

the union necessary

for creation.

The dualities

of lightness and darkness,

the masculine and feminine,

life and death.

And, you know,

as abstract as it may seem,

this is actually a depiction

of a swan.

But what do you see?

What do you feel?

When my boss sees this work,

she feels envy

because some lucky prick at

Sotheby's sold his collection

for more money

than you could ever imagine.

But, me, when I see it,

I mean, the feeling

is impossible to describe.

When I see it, I feel...

What the f*ck

are you talking about?

- What?

- She's talking about the print.

I'm talking to both of you

about the painting.

- I love it. I love the red.

- Hmm.

- It's great.

- The red's nice.

The red, huh?

You know what I feel when I look at it?

I feel, you don't live here.

So, it's a little weird

that you're hanging art

on our walls.

- Mm-hmm.

- You know?

I hear you. It's just that, you

know, since I'm sleeping here,

I thought I'd bring a little

culture into your home.

- Culture? That's a circle.

- Ronnie, it's nice.

It's not nice and I'm concerned

that your sister's trying

to fully move in.

See, this is exactly

what I'm saying.

What a unique experience

you're having with the painting.

- Thank you for sharing.

- Today's a big day for Ana, OK?

They're doing one

of those big auctions.

OK. Good luck

selling your shapes.

Those shapes, Ronnie,

are worth millions of dollars.

Tens of millions, in fact.

And today, some of the biggest

private art collectors

in all the world

are gonna be there,

and I'm gonna be there with them

in the middle of it all.

That is so great. Are you

gonna get a piece of the action?

Because that would be wonderful.

No, I'm not, because

only brokers collect commission,

which is why I'm on your futon.

But if I wanna work

at a top art gallery,

I gotta get

a good recommendation,

and there's no better

recommendation

than Claire Dupont, trust me.

Hmm.

I don't think you guys understand

how lucky I am

just to be in

Erwins's training program.

I don't think you understand how lucky you

are

- to be living in this house.

- [sister] Ronnie!

What? She can stay here

but I can't get a dog?

She's not a dog, she's

my sister. There's a difference.

Yeah. You can have sex

in front of a dog.

You can't have sex in front

of a dog. Shut your mouth!

It's been three months.

My nutsack looks like a...

[sister]

Your nutsack looks fine.

Ana, listen, I hate to agree

with him at all,

but he's got a little bit

of a point.

We just have to come up

with a plan,

because this just feels

like it's not sustainable.

I hear that. It's just that,

you know, New York is expensive,

and my credit is sh*t.

- I'll be out of here soon.

- Yeah.

We were talking.

It might be a good idea

if you go back to Florida

and join the navy.

- Ronnie, not again!

- I'm not moving back to Florida.

It's great. You get to travel,

they have dental, Maverick.

They'll even pay for you

to go back to school.

I went to school, twice.

I have a master's degree

in art history.

And I have a master's

in kung fu movies,

- but it doesn't pay the bills.

- What bills?

Your apartment's

been rent-controlled

since your grandma moved in

in, like, 1957 or some sh*t.

My grandma d*ed here.

My mom d*ed here.

And, by God, your sister and I

are gonna die here.

You know who's not

gonna die here? You.

Cause it's not your house.

- It's our house.

- Oh, babe.

"Oh, babe"?

Did you hear what he said?

It was romantic.

He's a romantic guy.

- Jesus Christ!

- [laughs]

For the record,

a degree in art history

is actually very useful.

Useful? For what?

You're sleeping on a couch.

First of all, that is not

a couch, it's a futon.

This is not a house,

it's a room.

And that is not a circle,

it's a swan.

Jesus!

["Chaise Longue" by Wet Leg]

Do you see a swan?

- No, I don't see a swan.

- Thank God.

Mummy, Daddy, look at me

I went to school

and I got a degree

All my friends call it

the big D

I went to school

and I got the big D

I got the big D

I got the big D

I got the big D

I went to school

and I got the big D

On the chaise longue,

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue

All day long

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue,

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue

All day long

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue

On the chaise longue,

on the chaise longue

All day long

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue,

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue

All day long

on the chaise longue

All day long, all day long

on the chaise longue

All day long, all day long

on the chaise longue

All day long, all day long

on the chaise longue

On the chaise longue

All day long

on the chaise longue

[chatter]

[gasps] Ana.

You look so, so good.

- You look so, so good.

- I know, know, know.

Today's the day, Amy.

It's auction day.

It's time to get noticed.

- It's time to...

- [gasps]

- What?

- [gasps]

- What are you looking at?

- It's not good.

[Ana] What's back there? What?

It's nothing, right? Right?

It's not like we work for

a sociopathic perfectionist.

- Oh, God.

- It's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.

[Claire] Good morning, everyone.

[gasps]

Mm-hmm. Auction day.

Erwins's clients are about

to walk through that door,

spend millions of dollars

on a collection

that I found, I curated

and I brought under this roof.

When they enter,

I will not allow them to see

anything less than perfection.

That includes your appearances.

You, you, you.

Back of the house. Now go hide

before anyone sees you.

For the rest of you,

in the auction room.

- Let's get to work.

- Yes.

Wait.

You. What's your name?

Me? Um, Ana. Ana Santos.

What's that massive oil spill

on the back of your shirt?

It's nothing.

Are you implying

I'm hallucinating?

No! No, sorry.

Um, it must've happened

on the train.

Which department are you in?

Uh, I just finished up

my rotation in cataloguing,

and I've been moved up

to auctions,

so you're my new boss.

We'll see how long that lasts.

Oh, you, short, weird girl,

give her your jacket.

The stain's depressing me.

Just cover it up.

Course.

There you go.

Why would you put that

on your body permanently?

- I just love art.

- Give her the jacket back.

You two will be in charge

of something

where you're less visible.

[woman] All right, let's go.

You heard her.

Today was gonna be

my first day in there.

Becoming indispensable,

forging a future,

making a name for myself.

sh*t.

Sorry. Catalogue?

Have a great day.

Let us know

if you need anything.

This is so sad.

I mean, Claire's right.

She just couldn't,

in good faith,

let you in there

covered in whatever that is.

Come on, Suzette. Covered?

It's barely a spot.

You can't even notice it.

Just keep your mouth shut

and your eyes open.

Although, I'm sure you're both

used to doing more the opposite.

- Bye.

- Did she just...

Yes. She just implied

that we suck a lot of...

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Back at your desks.

Oh. We're not staying

for the auction?

Oh, yes, you are.

Just, ta-ta-ta.

- [man] Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

- Back at your desks.

I just don't understand

how you can become

a respected artist

and still be alive, you know?

[Ana] I don't understand

how I'm gonna start a gallery.

Even the smallest space I looked

at is, like, ten grand a month.

And you don't have diddly-squat

to your name

apart from a great personality

and a bucket full of dreams,

my friend.

Wonder if Claire was ever broke.

Don't let the fancy accent

fool you.

I heard that she's from

Minnetonka, Minnesota.

- What, wait?

- [Amy] I know. Crazy.

Right?

Anyway, if all the greatest

artists are dead and in museums,

then what does that make me?

- Wait, am I a ghost?

- [Ana] Amy.

- [gasps]

- Look.

Amarillo is acrylic.

It says "oil on wood."

It should say "acrylic on wood."

- You sure?

- It's a Carmen Herrera.

I think I know

what I'm talking about.

I think I need to go in there.

Claire should know about this.

Hmm, I feel like you're trying

to get into a place

that you've specifically

been told not to.

I think I'm gonna do it.

- I don't think you should.

- I'm gonna.

- I think it's a really bad idea.

- I'm going in.

- Don't leave.

- This is how I get in.

When Claire kills you,

I will tell your story.

And continuing on, ladies and

gentlemen, we're at $2,400,000.

At 2,400,000, 2,500,000,

2,600,000 with the gentleman.

2,700,000,

the lady's bid near me.

- Any advance above...?

- What do you think you're doing?

I need to talk to Claire.

- There's been a mistake.

- Are you insane?

If you don't turn around

right now,

the next person

you'll be talking to is an EMT.

Why is this sh*t-covered maniac

- in Claire's auction room?

- Jesus.

- Can't help you now.

- There's been a mistake.

That's impossible. Which item?

No time. Let me talk to Claire.

[indistinct whispering]

What the f*ck is going on?

There's been a mistake

in the catalogue.

Item number 17 is mislabelled.

It should say "acrylic on wood."

[exhales deeply]

If you're wrong,

you're finished.

- I'm not.

- Leave quietly, now.

- Cover that up. Go.

- OK.

Amarillo "Dos",

painted in 1971, oil on wood.

Excuse me, Reggie.

Excuse me.

[whispering] Acrylic on wood.

Uh, small typo.

It's acrylic on wood, not oil.

And, with that,

we can start the bidding...

Your coffee, sir.

Hmm. A little typo.

A little typo?

There are no little typos.

There are only

huge f*cking mistakes.

Has everyone

recently dropped acid?

How long have we had

these catalogues? Six days.

Reginald, the finest auctioneer

in New York, he can't speak.

He's so deeply embarrassed.

This could have ruined

his reputation,

Erwins's reputation

and my reputation.

Who is responsible?

It's inevitable. Who did it?

Come on.

You.

Hi.

What's your name?

Uh, Buh... Buh...

- Uh, Buh...

- Bobby? Bronson?

Blake? Blair?

Basil? Benedict?

Billy. Yeah. Billy.

Oh, it is so perfect.

Because nothing

says sophistication

quite like the name Billy.

So, Billy, you understand

that Carmen Herrera's "Dos"

was valued at one million dollars?

[Billy] Uh-huh.

If you wanted to spend

a million dollars on a painting,

and the person selling it to you

didn't even know

what kind of paint was used,

how would you feel?

You'd feel a little bit like

Erwins Auction House doesn't

know what the f*ck it's doing.

So, Billy, today's the day

for you to lay down

in the grave

that was your career,

and just dissolve.

There's not an auction house

on this planet

that will hire you

after the emails

I'm about to send out.

So, it's your retirement party.

OK, hooray.

Get him some champagne.

Happy retirement.

Drink it.

- Good.

- [gulps]

Done. Please, go. Go. Done. Now.

Oh!

Ana Santos.

Ana. Thank you

for doing the bare minimum

that this job requires,

which is more than most today.

Well done.

Well done! Well done!

Well done! Well done!

Here's to the bare minimum!

Whoo!

- Go on, Ana!

- [cheering]

Ana.

What's wrong?

Impressing Claire earlier

was the biggest triumph.

So what?

Instead of pay cheques,

I got a "well done."

I can't pay rent

with "well done."

No, you can't.

You have to pay rent with money.

Amy, if... If this program

doesn't work out,

that's it. I'm gonna have

to go back to Tampa.

Sell paintings

of boats to senior citizens.

Hmm.

Can I crash at your place later?

Oh, honey, I have company later.

[sighs]

[keys rattle]

[door squeaks]

[door closes loudly]

[Ronnie] Son of a bitch. Again!

[sister] Shh!

[Ronnie] Why are you

shushing me?

[sister] Because you're being

so loud.

[Ronnie mutters indistinctly]

- [thud]

- [Ronnie] Are you kidding me?

[sister] Shh!

- [Ronnie] I can't do this.

- [sister] Shh!

[thud]

[sister] Now I'm up.

[Ronnie] Because

she fee-fi-fo-fummed

into the apartment.

- [birds tweet]

- [phone rings]

[Ronnie] Oh, g*dd*mn it!

Sorry!

[Ronnie] What type of baboon

calls at seven in the morning?

Hello, who is this?

[Claire] Hello?

Hello? Is the call dropped?

- Are you there?

- Uh, no. Sorry about that.

Um, hi. May I ask

who's speaking, please?

It's Claire.

- I'm sorry?

- It's your boss.

- Hmm?

- Hi.

Yeah, no.

Um, I know who you are.

Well, I would assume.

- [Ronnie mutters indistinctly]

- Shh!

- Are you busy?

- Shh!

No. Um, no, I'm not.

Sorry. What's up?

- "What's up?"

- No, no. Sorry.

I mean, uh, how can I help?

Something came up last minute

at our London office.

I'm going to be very busy.

I need an extra assistant.

So, you need me

to come to London?

Is your passport valid?

Yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yep.

Good!

So, you can come to London.

Um, yeah. Yeah, sure.

I mean, of course. Great.

- Uh, when?

- Now.

Now?

You should leave

for the airport immediately.

Don't be late. Suzette

is sending you the details.

- Goodbye.

- Uh, bye.

I just got invited to go

to London with Claire Dupont.

This is what you wanted, right?

- Yeah!

- Yes!

[cheering and laughter]

I'm going to London

with Claire Dupont!

Yes, hold on.

I'll help you pack.

I'm going to London

with Claire Dupont!

You need to get all your things

into your bag.

You don't know how long

you'll be there.

I always knew

you were gonna be a big deal.

That's why I let you stay here

for so long. Let me help you.

Thanks, Ronnie. You know

I'm only gone for a few days?

Don't jinx it. Uh, I need you

to remember something.

- London ain't New York. OK?

- Right. Yeah.

I don't want you

going over there

getting seduced by their

big clocks and pirate accents.

Listen here,

you're a New Yorker now,

through and through.

Even if you don't have

a place to stay.

And being a New Yorker means

that you fight every single day,

no matter what comes at you, OK?

And remember, nothing is real,

if you don't believe

in who you are.

That's really sweet, Ronnie.

Rocky Balboa said that.

Isn't he from Philly?

He moved there from Brooklyn.

I love you.

- I love you.

- Yeah.

- I love you, Viv.

- You've got this.

- You got this.

- Ronnie.

Hold on one second, sweetheart.

- There you go. Put that on.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Ah, OK.

- Here you go.

- There you go.

- Bye, guys.

Text us when

you're through security.

- I will, I will, I will.

- Love you. Bye!

- Get out of my house.

- Mwah.

[both laugh]

- Hi.

- Why don't you have a cart?

Cart? A cart! Yes.

So sorry.

I'll meet you guys inside.

OK.

Hello. Give me your passport.

We're checking in.

Can you hurry up?

We don't have all day.

There you go.

[snorts] Oh, my God,

this photo's tragic.

- [laughs]

- So cute.

Oh. Not really

a big traveller, hmm?

I've only ever had to use it

once for study abroad.

Aw. This will be so cool

for you, then.

Do you wanna

place your bags up here, please?

- Yep.

- Put the luggage up here.

This is where

they weigh the bags

to make sure

they aren't too heavy.

Thank you, Renee.

Oh, my God.

What is taking so long?

The whole point of gold status

is efficiency. Hmm!

Oh, no, no, no.

You're not on this flight.

I'm not travelling

with you guys?

Our flight was full,

so I put you on one that leaves

in four hours, in economy.

Get some sleep. We're gonna need

you to hit the ground running.

Yeah. Claire doesn't believe

in jet lag.

Um, why did you guys have me

get here so early?

To help with the bags, silly.

Enjoy your flight.

Hmm, thanks.

You're between me

and my first martini.

[laughs] Unwise.

Uh, is there an on switch

for you?

Oh, um, my flight doesn't leave

for another few hours, so...

- Fully booked out.

- Yeah.

Oh, really?

Why are you here so early?

In case you needed help

with bags or holding things.

Oh, OK. Strong choice.

Way to kiss ass. La forza!

Still, I expect you in action

first thing in the morning.

None of this jet-lag bullshit.

I'll create an email account and

call-forwarding to her phone.

Renee, spare me the details.

Let's move.

Welcome to being attached

to your phone 24/7.

London, so exciting.

See you there.

I don't know how you put up

with those three.

I'm going to England

for the first time in my life.

If I have to wait,

that's what I'll do.

- Can I see your passport?

- Yeah.

Least amount of legroom

and next to the toilet?

Oh, someone knows

how to ruin a transatlantic.

You're gonna need your rest.

The best place to wait

is in the first-class lounge.

[laughs] Well, unless

that computer can pay off

years of student loan debt...

You just been upgraded.

Upgraded?

What? Why?

I only deal with assholes

a couple of times a day.

Seems like you need to

all the time.

First class?

I've never been in first class.

This is incredible.

Thank you so much.

I don't even know what to say.

Just got upgraded. [laughs]

Told you it wasn't a myth.

- Hi, welcome to the lounge.

- Hi. Thank you.

We're gonna put you in the spa,

get you a nice long massage.

And then afterwards,

maybe some fun treatments.

And then, we will gladly

send you off with a Bloody Mary.

Ooh, yes, please,

to all of that.

- Hey.

- How are you?

The spa's lovely.

Yeah, you should try it.

[phone rings]

Hello?

[woman] I'm trying to reach

Claire Dupont. Is this Suzette?

No. Uh, sorry,

this is Ana, her third.

Claire's on a flight right now,

um, but how can I help?

I need a London address

for the delivery.

Address? Uh, sorry, one

second. Let me just check...

- Oh!

- Oh.

- [Ana gasps]

- [sighs]

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!

- [English accent] Yeah. Uh...

- And they're suede.

- Yeah.

They're suede.

- It's fine. Don't worry.

- Why don't you come with me?

- Can I pay for your dry-cleaning?

- No, it's fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Sorry.

[woman] Hello?

Are you still there? Hello?

Miss Santos,

lovely to have you on board.

Care for a champagne to start?

I would, thank you.

Right.

[camera clicks]

- [man] Hello.

- Hi.

Robes and God knows

how many different facial creams

she had on. One second, sorry.

[gasps] sh*t.

Bruv, she was stomping

around the lounge,

not looking where she's going.

She throws her drink all over

me, face is glued to her phone.

Not a care in the world. Yeah,

she's probably an alcoholic.

Hmm. That's a good idea.

[chuckles]

OK, bye. Sorry.

Can I offer sir anything?

Wine, beer, Bloody Mary?

If you want a Bloody Mary,

you can wring out my jacket.

You'd probably get

a few glasses out of it.

Um, but, no.

Two glasses of champagne.

[attendant]

Two champagnes? Of course, sir.

Thank you. You didn't want

anything else, did you?

No, I'm good, thank you.

- [man] You sure?

- Mm-hmm.

- Bloody Mary maybe?

- No, never really liked them.

Oh, right.

Well, I apologize then,

because I smell like

I'm wearing a cologne by V8.

I thought that was on purpose.

[laughs]

I'm William, by the way.

Ana.

Ana. It's a pleasure

to meet you, Ana.

What brings you to London?

Uh, work.

Are you headed back home?

What gave it away?

Sophisticated English charm?

[laughs] Yeah, that must be it.

But, no, I'm actually, uh...

I was at a job interview

in New York.

Now I'm on my way back

to see my mum for her birthday.

OK. You get points back

for that.

Points? I didn't realise

we were playing a game.

- What do I get if I win?

- A Bloody Mary.

Right. Well, in that case,

I'll stop trying to score.

What... What kind of work

brings you over to England then?

I work for an auction house

here in the city,

and our London branch

has called in

the director of the New York

office to save the day.

- The director?

- Mm-hmm.

Wow, that's...

That's impressive.

- Yeah, I guess.

- Forgive me for this.

You seem a bit young

to be the director.

[laughs]

[William]

What? Do you get that a lot?

Yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.

Well, it's probably

cause I'm, like,

the youngest director

in company history.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

Jesus, wow.

Lucky you. Good person to know.

I worked very hard for it, Will.

Can I call you Will?

- [William laughs]

- [Ana] Am I wrong though?

- I can't believe you said that.

- You're evil.

Seems like you two

are enjoying yourselves.

Well, that's what you think.

She's been attacking

my livelihood

- for the last half an hour.

- [laughs]

- Shall I get you another round?

- Yeah, go on then.

- Please. Thank you.

- Course, sir.

These are so cute.

Right, no. Look.

The point that

I'm trying to make is,

to do what I do, you have

to interact with art every day.

I'm sorry. How does someone

who works in advertising

- interact with art every day?

- Oh. Don't do this.

Just because you're a swanky

art director from New York,

it doesn't mean you get

to decide what is and isn't art.

Actually, that's exactly

what it means.

Name one meaningful thing

that came from an ad.

- I wouldn't exist without an ad.

- Oh, come on.

OK, well,

I'll just prove it to you.

Um, my mum did a yogurt ad

back in the '90s,

and my dad saw it

and basically chased her down

until she agreed to marry him

and have a kid.

- That's your mom?

- Mm-hmm.

- She's beautiful.

- That's a much nicer description

than what the boys at school

used to say.

So, this is what your

entire existence boils down to?

Your dad getting horny

for raw, Greek yogurt?

If you want to give me an

existential crisis, then, yes,

that's what it comes down to.

- It just goes to show...

- Mm-hmm.

That chance moments can

change the course of your life.

[laughs softly]

[attendant]

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are beginning our descent

into London. The pilot...

Hello. Please put your seat up

for landing.

Yeah. Yeah.

And also, I'm going to need

the salt and pepper shakers

back.

[Ana] What?

[attendant]

The salt and pepper shakers.

Mm-hmm.

- Sorry about that.

- Thank you.

Unbelievable.

I'm gonna have to have a word

with Immigration when we land.

sh*t.

Do you know where you're going?

Uh, yeah, the Carlson?

- Very swanky.

- Only the best.

- Well, look, if you'd like...

- [woman] Will!

- Will! Will!

- One moment.

Hey! Oh, hello, my darling.

- Hi, Mum.

- Hmm, why are you so smelly?

My goodness.

Look at you. What have you done?

- Yes, can...?

- Why do you look so tired?

- How was the flight?

- Yeah, well, the...

Did you bring

a beautiful woman home

to meet

your rapidly aging mother?

There's hope

for grandchildren yet.

Mum, this is Ana.

She's an American.

It's her first time in London.

She's the one

that spilt Bloody Mary

all over my shoes,

trousers and jacket.

- [Mum] Willy, don't be rude.

- [laughs]

Ana, I would like to introduce

you to my mum, Catherine.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

You are gorgeous.

You look like you stepped out

of a Jean Braud painting.

Oh, what a charming thing

to say.

Jean Braud is actually

one of my favourites.

- Mine too.

- Tell me, where are you going?

- Are you waiting for someone?

- Um, no. I'm on my own,

but I'm going to the Carlson.

No, no, no, no, not the Carlson.

That's four streets

from my house.

Do you want a lift?

Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't.

I'll just...

Come with us, please.

That'd be incredibly helpful.

- Grab her bags.

- I... I was going to.

- Hello, sir.

- Hi, Joe, how are you?

I'm all right. Nice to see you.

- This is our new friend Ana.

- Miss Ana.

- Hi.

- Let me get these for you.

Let me just...

I'll take this with me.

Yeah, no worries.

[Catherine] We'll do a stopover

at the Carlson to drop off Ana.

Very nice. You must be doing

very well for yourself.

Actually, what is it

that you do, darling?

God, don't get her started.

I work in the art business.

[Catherine gasps]

That's wonderful.

- [laughs]

- I knew I liked you.

Art business. What a paradox.

Like saying you work

in chocolates or dr*gs

or phenomenal sex.

Slices of heaven.

But, what specifically?

- Specifically?

- [Catherine] Yes.

Like, like, what I do

specifically?

- Yes.

- [Ana] God, it's so boring.

Um, I basically source and sell

elite collections

of some of the most exquisite

art from around the world,

to all sorts of...

Oligarchs, warlords,

billionaires.

Clients who think

they understand art

better than I do,

like your charming ad exec

of a son over here.

- What do you do, Catherine?

- You'll never guess.

[chuckles] Well, actually,

I'm a bit of an artist myself.

- An eccentric like you.

- Oh.

Though, in the end, the muses

chose to make me a star

of both stage and screen.

And yogurt ads.

God! Did those

make it stateside?

- I used to love them ads.

- I showed her, Mum.

Oh, you're such a braggart.

So, does that mean

you're famous?

From Dover to the Hebrides,

but my work never translated

to the States, I'm afraid.

I'm too complicated

for their taste.

She's UK famous.

For the best, really.

I wouldn't be comfortable

sharing the same continent

as Florida.

I'm actually from there.

- [laughs]

- Darling, you seem so sane.

Whoa.

Thank you.

OK, so listen, look.

If you're not too busy

being a swanky art director

from New York,

or whatever it is you do,

I would love to take you out.

Show you round the town,

you know?

Only thing is, I might be

really busy with work.

Right, OK.

But we can probably

exchange numbers.

- [Catherine] Ana.

- Oh, for...

You must give me

your phone number.

Sure. Course.

- I want to see her again.

- Nice and subtle.

- Thank you, Mum.

- [chuckles]

There you go.

Now I'll shut up

and let you two sort it.

- Bye, darling.

- Thank you so much for the ride.

[Catherine] Oh, please, darling.

Uh, so I guess I'll just...

You'll get my number

from your mom.

- Yeah, exactly.

- [laughs]

Uh, right, well, I better

get home and get changed.

- I'm so sorry again about the...

- It's all good. I'm joking.

- [laughs]

- All right.

- All right. Bye.

- Bye.

[Claire] OK, let me make myself

very clear.

Has the Brovil collection

been moved and inspected?

I want progress reports.

Ah, finally you're here.

You realise that waiting

makes you all totally worthless.

If I'm going to rearrange

my life to fix your mistake,

then the least you can do

is keep that overly gelled

amphibian away from my office.

Si, ciao.

Don't fall for it.

It's not usually this nice.

Since it's your first time

in London,

please, let me give you

some advice.

Always prepare for rain. Hmm.

Remember that you are here

for work, huh? And not for play.

And, whatever you do, don't try

to outdrink those locals.

Don't sleep with anyone

that looks like Jude Law.

What are you looking at?

- [Ana] Um...

- He comes with the suite.

- Is he, like, a butler?

- He's Percy.

[Percy] Yes, madam?

- No, nothing, Percy.

- Thank you, madam.

Are you moving rooms

or something?

No, going to Rome.

[groans] The Rome office

is just a shitshow.

- Wait, we're going to Rome?

- No, I'm going to Rome.

You and Suzette and Renee,

you will stay here.

You will look after the auction.

I'll be back tomorrow.

- Take notes.

- Yeah, I'll just grab my laptop.

[Claire] At 1pm, there will be

a staff meeting, at Erwins.

sh*t.

[Claire] You will go directly

into the office.

Don't speak to anyone

except Suzette.

She will take you to your desk.

Look. This folder,

it has every piece of art

that I have curated and sold

at Erwins.

- That's a really big folder.

- Is that a problem?

No, no, no, it's incredible.

I want you

to go through every piece

and tell me the current value.

I want hard numbers as leverage.

[Ana] Leverage for what?

Oh, between us,

none of your business.

Right. Totally.

[Claire] OK, go on.

I'm done, I'm done.

Oh, um, should I check in

to the hotel before...?

You're not staying here.

Suzette will have booked you

something more economical.

Also, remind her

about the tickets.

- Tickets. Tickets for what?

- She will know.

Unless you want to be

incredibly late,

I would have left

15 minutes ago.

Yep, leaving.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

OK.

sh*t. Excuse me.

Would you happen to have

my laptop bag by any chance?

Let me ask, but I'm quite sure

that's all we had.

sh*t. I must've left it

in the car.

- I'm so sorry.

- No, it's OK. Thank you.

sh*t.

- [woman] Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Claire Dupont?

- Upstairs.

sh*t.

I'm here.

I made it.

Wow. Did you navigate

by compass?

I'm not late

for the staff meeting, am I?

OK, this is not something Claire

should ever be associated with.

What?

Clean your sh*t up. Hide

your suitcase under my desk.

- OK.

- [phone pings]

Let's go.

Remember, no one in there

is your friend other than us.

And we're not even your friends.

Cool. Can't wait.

You all must be wondering

why I've brought you out here

on such short notice.

We have access to a collection

that no one else has,

that only a few people

even had a chance to see.

For God's sakes, Arnold!

Please, what is it?

It's the Brovil collection.

Wow.

But the Brovil collection has

been locked away for decades.

- What's a Brovil?

- [Arnold] Yes, and now it's not.

Ooh, you must have

talked him round, boss.

No, he's dead.

But his wife has been

spending his fortune

at a rate that frankly

blows my mind.

She needs money

and she needs it now.

This collection will bring the

biggest clients under one roof.

Spread the word discreetly.

I only want whales.

- Should I be taking notes?

- Shh.

Who is the owner?

That will remain on

a need-to-know basis.

To ensure our success,

I've brought in our top brokers.

Gerard, director

of the Paris office,

and Claire Dupont from New York.

Claire is currently on her way

to Rome with another crisis.

But hopefully,

she will be back in time

to celebrate our success,

my friends.

[Arnold] I expect you

to work together as a team.

I expect us to shine.

Now, go for the k*ll.

Hello. You must be Ana.

Hi. Yeah.

How do you know my name?

Oh, it's a part of my job

to know our up-and-comers.

And I'm told you were

quite a star in New York.

Oh, no. I'm just an assistant.

We all have to start somewhere.

- And I'm sure that you do great.

- Thank you.

But, please, let me know if

you are confused about anything

or if you need a friendly ear,

OK? I know how Claire can be.

- She is a...

- [Suzette] Gerard, hi.

So nice to see you.

Ana, come with us.

We'll show you to your desk.

- [Renee] He's the enemy.

- He's worse than the enemy.

Claire always says, "We compete

with Sotheby's and Christie's,

but we're at w*r

with Gerard and Paris."

- What did he do?

- What hasn't he done?

He's the guy who sold Van Gogh

to that NFT assh*le.

That was him?

He claims he sold art to an

artist who enhanced the piece.

He spray-painted

a smiley face on it.

Exactly. If Gerard ever

steps foot on American soil,

I told my dad

to have him black-bagged

- and sent to Guantanamo.

- What?

[Suzette] So, what's your deal?

Are you hoping to impress Claire

so that she replaces one of us.

If you think that, you've got

another thing coming.

I don't have a deal.

I just wanna graduate

from the training program

- and open a gallery someday.

- A gallery?

All I'm saying is,

I don't wanna steal your jobs.

OK, whatever. When Claire

gets promoted to Arnold's job,

the two of us are going

with her, not you.

Where's Arnold going?

He wants to retire any day now,

and when he does...

Claire will become the first

female chairman of Erwins

and we'll be

right alongside her.

[whirring]

What is this place?

Claire doesn't usually travel

with her third assistant,

so there's not really any space

for you upstairs.

What's that smell?

- Formaldehyde.

- Rotting wood.

England. No offence.

Oh, um, Claire wanted me

to remind you about the tickets.

Oh, God, the Midsummer tickets.

They're sold out for weeks.

It's not gonna happen.

Voil.

Oh. Lovely.

[Suzette] Mm-hmm.

- So, this is my office?

- Yeah.

- Let me guess. My hotel...

- It's a sh*thole.

- It's a sh*thole.

- Enjoy the asbestos.

- [Suzette] Bye.

- Bye.

[sighs]

[phone pings]

[Catherine]

Will? Is it recording?

[Will] Yes, Mum, it's recording.

[Catherine]

Sweetie, it's Catherine.

I have your laptop.

Listen, sweetheart.

You must come over.

It's quite an impromptu thing,

a few friends.

I'm texting you the address

right now.

See you soon, darling. Kisses.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

[thunder]

[raucous chatter]

[cheering and laughter]

[sighs]

[phone rings]

[Amy] How's it going?

Tell me everything.

OK, so here's my plan.

Go to the party, grab my laptop,

try not to talk to anybody

while I'm there,

grab a cab and come back home

to this sh*thole.

Or... you drink as many

free drinks as you can.

You hang out with some

fancy British celebrities.

Then you get dicked down by your

own personal Prince William.

Forgetting this laptop

could be the best thing

- that's ever happened to you.

- No, Amy, I lied to him

and his mom

about so many things.

Ah, you lied on an aeroplane.

Besides, do you really think

that she would've given you

her number if she'd known

you were a homeless intern?

No offence.

Personally, I'm jealous of your

Hannah Montana lifestyle.

[laughs]

And plane guy sounds

really, really hot.

What do you think?

You should never be afraid

to put yourself out there.

Bob agrees.

Well, if Bob agrees...

[music playing in distance]

[woman laughs]

No, you're... You're horrible.

You're just horrible.

No, I'm not lying.

Honestly, ask him.

I'll send him home right away.

I love you, Joe.

[gasps] Ana!

- Catherine.

- Ooh.

- [laughs]

- Oh, my God, you look amazing.

- Yes!

- Hi.

- Oh. Come in, come in, come in.

- No, it's fine.

I'll just grab my laptop

and head out.

- I feel really underdressed.

- Oh, you're so pretty.

- So gorgeous. Don't be silly.

- Thank you.

Oh, my God, is it your birthday?

Well, it's not my birthday

till next week.

I just like to start

celebrating early, right?

It's such a shame

to only have the one day.

Yeah, well, happy birthday week.

I wish I brought you something.

But you are my birthday gift.

I'm always having get-togethers.

Last-minute soires help remind

your friends why they adore you.

Thank you. Wow.

This home is incredible.

Please, help yourself

to everything.

I will go

and tell Will you're here.

[laughs]

You made it.

Yeah. Well, didn't wanna

disappoint your mom.

Here I was thinking

you wanted to see me again.

- Why would I wanna see you?

- Dashing good looks.

The fact I've just finished

doing a hundred press-ups

and reading a book

on impressionism.

Press-ups was a nice touch.

Apparently being English

is my only card with you.

Oh, not at all. Free booze,

free food, fancy people.

You've got a full house.

Not sure exactly who's in it

but that's being an actress

for you.

[man] Will! Save me.

This is a disaster.

Michael Faust is holding court

at the bar and I need a refill.

Um, sorry, Ana.

This is Julian Marx.

You're not the Julian Marx,

are you?

The one and only.

Oh, my God. I love your work.

Drunken Wrestlers? I mean, wow.

Erotic and whimsical.

That's really hard to do.

I went to your retrospective

in New York actually.

- Oh, God.

- Oh, wait.

- The retrospective.

- Aren't you supposed to be dead?

This is rather embarrassing,

and you will have to forgive me.

But I thought if I was dead,

I could charge more.

- You did charge more.

- Yes, I did.

And, Ana, you are exactly right.

Most people don't get

the whimsy in my work.

I don't know why. [laughs]

I think it might have something

to do with the erotic aspect.

I think penises

can be very whimsical.

William, my father's dream

has come to life.

I finally love a woman.

- [laughs]

- I love you.

- Let's get drunk.

- Let's get drunk.

Oh.

Thank you very much.

Leave the fox alone, please.

It's done nothing to you.

I like it

when you're embarrassed.

- [phone rings]

- Imagine this.

- It's really fun for me.

- My whole life, with these two.

- [phone rings]

- And anyone that I...

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hello. Hi, this is Ana Santos.

[Suzette] Yeah, I know who

this is, dipshit. I called you.

- Right, sorry.

- Where are you?

Are you at a party?

Uh, no. Um, I'm not.

I'm at the hotel.

The one you booked at...

The one you booked me at

is, um, right next to a bar.

OK, listen. I've been stuck

for the last 18 hours

trying to get these stupid

"Midsummer Night"

Shakespeare ticket bullshit.

OK?

I need you to finish my

other work while I keep trying.

- I'm forwarding the details.

- Oh, I'm kind of busy right now,

dealing with something

for Catherine...

I mean, Claire.

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not

actually wanna have a job?

You're a third assistant.

Your job is to help me.

No, right. Of course.

Um, happy to help.

What do you need?

I literally just told you.

It's in your inbox.

Now go do it.

- OK. do you wanna...

- [Suzette hangs up]

Ah, there you are.

So, the two of you met

on the plane.

Yeah, we did. Do you

actually know where Will is?

I need him to grab my laptop.

Well, I sent him off

to find absinthe.

A dead painter

can't live without it.

[laughs]

[Julian]

So, are you expecting to do

anything exciting

while you're here?

I don't know. I think

I'll be too busy with work.

That's a shame.

London is such a vibrant city.

Actually, there is something

I wanna do while I'm here.

I'm trying to get tickets

to go see

Midsummer Night's Dream,

but it's completely sold out

and my assistants

have had trouble...

I can just get the tickets

for you myself.

- Catherine!

- Oh.

Julian!

[laughs]

- Hello.

- Hi.

Oh, good. You've met Ana.

- Oh.

- Isn't she darling?

She is wonderful.

What have we been discussing?

- Well...

- [Will] Julian.

Sorry, but it looks like

we're fresh out of absinthe.

[groans]

Well, there are now

two problems we have

that I think

you can help us with.

Item number one,

our darling Ana here

can't get tickets to Midsummer

Nighty-Night's Dream.

I'll call Kenneth tomorrow,

dear. It shouldn't be a problem.

I really didn't wanna make

this a thing on your birthday.

Will's office is down the street

from the theatre.

- He can pick them up for you.

- [Will] Oh, can I?

Right, yeah. Of course I will.

No problem at all.

[Julian] Item number two,

I require some absinthe.

[Catherine] I see. Hmm.

I think I may have a bottle

tucked away...

[laughs]

- in the library.

- [laughs]

I'm sorry,

I don't mean to be a buzzkill,

but I have a lot of work

left to do tonight.

- Boo!

- Ooh!

- [laughs] Yeah.

- Oh, and your laptop.

Right, I will grab it and then

I will meet you in the library.

- Yes.

- Oh, I should go with you.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

- No!

You're staying here

with the fun team,

and we can go together.

Wait.

Are these originals?

- Uh-huh.

- That's a Renoir.

And they're just hanging in this

room that you never come into?

- [Catherine] Mm.

- Wow.

- That's a Czanne.

- [Catherine] Yeah.

Why don't you ever come in here?

Well, this was Boris's office.

He was my third husband,

and he passed away last year.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He left the paintings to me.

I always felt they were... dark.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

These are not dark at all.

Each one of these paintings

depicts love.

- Love?

- I think it's clear

your husband was a romantic.

He was not. He was Russian.

Well, this collection

tells a story of love.

Really. Like that one,

for example, is unrequited love.

And those three over there,

the nudes, passionate love.

And this woman

by her lover's deathbed,

undying love.

It's all love.

[Catherine] I've never

thought about it that way.

You really know

what you're talking about.

I'd hope so, considering

she does it for a living.

She's a director

of an auction house in New York.

[Julian] The people in charge

just get younger and younger.

- Which house?

- Sorry?

Which house?

Uh, Erwins.

[gasps]

Well, that's incredible.

Really, this is serendipitous.

I recently asked Erwins

to auction these for me.

[Will] Oh, you're selling these?

Oh, that's good. We never

really liked them, did we?

Erwins is auctioning

this collection?

- Yes! Isn't that fun?

- [Julian] So fun!

Yes!

So, I'm sorry.

Your last name is Brovil?

Cause I just assumed

it was, it was DeLaroche.

Well, technically, it's Brovil.

I just thought DeLaroche

so much more appropriate

to the marquee.

This is the Brovil collection.

I'm confused. You didn't know?

No, I mean...

It's just that I'm...

I'm not exactly the point person

for this collection.

They send me over here

to help with other clients.

It's all a team effort.

Claire Dupont is the one

they've had me working with,

but I'd rather have you.

I'm going to ask Arnold tomorrow

to put you

in charge of my auction.

No! Please, don't.

Please, don't.

It's just that,

Mr Penker, Arnold,

Arnie, as I like to call him,

he's very protective

of this collection at the moment

and, um, I would get

in serious, serious trouble

if anybody over there knew

I was even talking to you.

Oh, yes. That's right.

He explained all that.

It's all very... Shh. Hush-hush.

[Ana] Yes, yes.

Very, very hush-hush.

I promise, Catherine, you are in

very great hands with Claire.

There is no one better suited

to this deal.

To be honest,

she's very old school,

and I'm sort of

the young whippersnapper

stepping on her toes.

I wouldn't want her to think

that I'm poaching

or disrespecting her in any way.

Cause that would be

really bad for me.

- And for the company.

- Oh.

Yeah.

Very bad.

Very cut-throat,

the art business.

[laughs] Yeah.

Ana, if you can't work on

my auction, at the very least,

you must come out with us again

tomorrow night.

There's an event

at the Southbank.

Another artsy party, I'm afraid,

but everyone will be there.

Ana has to see this gallery,

and you must take her.

Or she could get swept off

her feet by some other chap,

and then, where will you be?

- Where will you be?

- In the pub.

This all sounds great

and, despite this

incredible evening,

I'm not really here on holiday.

Oh, well,

if you both don't come,

it will put me off

the whole night. Will.

Relax! You're spectacular

with pressure, I must say.

Either way, I'm so glad

you could make it tonight.

And I will leave tickets

for Midsummer with Will.

And you two can figure it out,

right?

Thank you so much

for everything, Catherine.

And, please,

if you could refrain

from mentioning any of this...

Ana Santos? Never heard of her.

- Never heard of her.

- Exactly.

Goodnight, Catherine.

Happy birthday.

Uh, don't forget this.

How could I?

- All right. Bye.

- Bye.

Goodnight.

Lovely meeting you, Julian.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

[phone pings]

[shouting]

OK.

[Will laughs]

Off the line! Good save,

good save, good save.

Go on! Oh!

[Will groans]

Well played.

Come in, come in.

OK. Right. Great work today.

OK? Starting to see

some real progress from you all

which is great.

We've got a big game

on the weekend.

It's a must-win

if we want to be champions, OK?

Who's she?

You seem a little old

to be playing with these guys.

I only play at training.

But apart from that,

I am the head coach,

head manager, head cheerleader.

Wow. Seems like

a lot of responsibility.

What are you guys called?

[all] The Lions!

Especially that one.

He actually bites.

[growls]

Stop staring

at the beautiful American woman

and give me a lap to finish off.

- [all groan]

- Don't moan.

If you wanna be champions,

you have to put the work in, OK?

Right, on my whistle.

- What's this?

- It's a whistle.

- What do I do?

- Blow it.

- [loud whistle]

- That was good.

Is this where one comes

to score some West End tickets?

I had to find time to fit you

in my busy schedule.

You mean when you're not at work

in the middle of the day?

The marketing thing,

that's just for fun.

No, this... This is my real job.

- I know what you're doing.

- What? What am I doing?

Come on, you know.

You know what you're doing.

Having me show up here

when you're all...

What? Coaching an at-risk

youth football team

or looking increasingly like

the Premier League player

of your dreams?

- Not my type.

- [sighs]

Art history degree, remember?

All you nerdy types

love us footballers.

OK. This nerdy type

has to go back to work,

so if you could kindly

give me those tickets,

I'll be on my way.

- Right. About that.

- Oh, no.

No, I have them. I thought

we could get lunch first.

- Lunch?

- Yeah.

I barely had time

to meet you here.

You don't have time for lunch?

Oh. Well, you should've just

sent one of your assistants then.

[laughs] Well, I don't know.

I just wanted to see you.

In that case,

I'll walk you back.

OK.

Follow me.

I'll give you the tickets,

but you've gotta promise

to be my date tonight.

Tell your mom I say thank you,

and I will consider

being your date tonight.

It's at the Southbank.

You're the one

that likes that sort of thing.

There'll be nothing there

that I like unless you show.

I will see

if I can get off early.

We're actually really busy

planning the Brovil collection.

Listen, I will get my mum

to cancel the whole bloody thing

if it will free up

your schedule.

Uh, you don't have to do that.

I can probably go.

Then I'll pick you up

at your hotel at eight.

Don't come to the hotel.

If I go, I will meet you there.

- OK.

- Oh, before I forget.

Oh, no, no, no. You can keep it,

you can keep it as a memento.

Every time you blow it,

you'll think of me.

- [Ana] Oh, shut up.

- [laughs]

I finished everything.

- You smell like grass.

- Foul. Claire!

You're here.

Thank you

for stating the obvious.

Have these dresses steamed,

special attention to the hem.

If they ruin them, it's on you.

- [Arnold laughs]

- Suzette, you're up.

Tell me you have those tickets.

Otherwise, stop breathing.

Claire, I'm so sorry. It was

impossible. I called everyone.

- Did you say impossible?

- I'm sorry.

You mean for Midsummer

Night's Dream, right?

Cause I got you two tickets

for this evening.

What are you talking about?

So, the new kid does it again.

And, uh, what about that

special project that I gave you?

Finished.

I emailed you the spreadsheet

with the final numbers.

Oh, and I confirmed Catherine

DeLaroche for Monday at ten.

Catherine DeLaroche

is coming here?

- She just said that.

- I confirmed the guest list

and I proofed the catalogue and

I did the painting descriptions.

[Suzette gasps]

I cannot thank you enough.

I am so looking forward to this.

And Rome. Fantastic job.

You saved my ass.

- Oh.

- Well done.

Don't sound so surprised,

Arnold. It's what I do.

- I have a surprise for you.

- Uh, what about the dinner?

Skip it.

Job is mine, prick.

Oh, you sound paranoid, Claire.

I am only here to help.

Like you helped yourself

to my clients last year?

Oh, my God.

When can we move past that?

How about when I take over

and move you out of the company?

[phone pings]

[phone pings]

[sighs]

["Tom Menor"

by Luiz de Aquino]

Sorry.

- [gasps]

- Hi.

- So good. Oh, darling.

- You look so good.

- Good grief, you are ravishing.

- [Catherine] Right?

[Ana] Oh, stop. [laughs]

[Catherine]

OK, come on, darlings.

- You do look nice.

- Oh, I think this is the night.

I can sense a soulmate here.

How many soulmates

does that make so far?

Oh, I stopped counting long ago.

- Ah, John.

- Catherine.

Hello. Thank you so much

for having us.

[John] It's always a pleasure.

You know Julian and Will.

And this is our guest,

Ana Santos.

- Hi.

- Ana.

I'm worried people are gonna be

looking at you in that dress

and not at my paintings.

Oh, thank you.

Good job,

uh, with the paintings.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

[man] John, there's someone

I'd like you to meet.

If you'll excuse me.

Um, enjoy the evening.

[laughs]

What do you think of it?

- I love it.

- Really?

No. No, I think

it looks like a big blue...

Willy, come fetch some drinks

with me.

[Catherine] Darling.

What you said

at my party last night,

it's been stuck in my head

all day.

Oh, God. What did I say?

- About my collection.

- What about it?

Just how, by looking

at those paintings,

you showed me a soft side

of Boris that I never saw.

Made me miss him, that's all.

And knowing

that I'm parting ways

with those pieces so soon...

[sighs]

It's made me nostalgic.

I understand, but

everything's gonna be OK, right?

Yes, of course.

[photographer] Smile.

Just one more.

- Here you go.

- Ah!

- I think I have to go.

- What?

I just got hit with a wave of

jet lag. I'm feeling so tired,

but thank you so much,

Catherine.

- So good to see you.

- Good to see you. Bye.

- Catalogue?

- No, thanks.

Who's your friend?

Is she also an actress?

No, that's Ana Santos.

She works for Erwins.

She's their New York director.

Ana.

What's going on?

Nothing, I just feel...

I feel tired.

Really?

[laughs] I don't know.

I go to these events

in New York all the time,

and I just thought

maybe we could do

something different tonight.

Take the night off.

I'm sorry. I didn't realise

you took nights off.

Well, I would tonight.

OK. I have an idea.

[loud music]

I'm glad to see your sudden

onset of jet lag has pissed off.

Yeah, turns out

you knew the solution.

What was it back there then?

You allergic to Mayfair?

- What?

- Are you allergic to Mayfair?

Oh, um...

Oh, no, I just...

I didn't wanna be seen with you.

- Ouch.

- Sorry.

Yeah, well, we're not done yet.

- What do you mean? We're not?

- No, come on.

["Angel" by Lava La Rue]

So, should we get a cab?

Yeah, we could. We could.

Wouldn't that be faster?

Yeah, it definitely would be,

but, um, then we wouldn't be

able to walk together.

Hmm.

Here, look, you can take this.

- [Will] Well, here we are.

- [Ana] Yep.

Your beautiful hotel.

My beautiful hotel.

Gonna invite me inside?

Excuse me? Very forward.

What happened to your manners,

Downton Abbey?

I'm more

of a Bridgerton man myself.

Hmm.

Sorry. I gotta go up.

I have a lot of work to do

tonight.

Oh. Here I was, thinking

you were taking the night off.

- I did.

- OK, fine. Fine.

Well, I guess we'll just have

to wait until date number three.

We'll see.

You know

the last time I was here,

I was meant

to tell you something.

What's that?

You still need to pay me back

for the shoes.

You're done.

OK. I should go up.

Oh, you're k*lling me.

- [laughs]

- You are.

OK.

Goodnight, Will.

[exhales deeply]

[laughs]

[exhales deeply]

- Sorry.

- Not at all.

- It's nothing really.

- OK.

I just made out

with, like, a solid ten.

- Ten?

- Ten.

- Nice.

- Yeah.

[doorman]

Can I get you something?

Oh, no. I'm just waiting

for him to leave.

- Oh. Do you not like him?

- I like him a lot,

but he thinks I'm staying here,

and I'm not.

- Right.

- Yeah.

- Can I get you a cab?

- That'd be great.

Thank you.

- Are you gonna see him again?

- I don't know.

Not sure I'll have time.

["Iceblink Luck"

by Cocteau Twins]

Hi, yeah. I was just wondering

if I could get a reservation

for two sometime this week.

Oh, Wednesday would be perfect.

I'm sorry, two months? Yeah.

- No, that's not gonna work.

- Ana, give me the phone.

- Uh, one second.

- Give me the phone.

Hello. Hi, is that Casey?

Casey, it's Will DeLaroche.

Do you think you might be able

to do me a massive favour?

I got you the reservation.

["Iceblink Luck"

by Cocteau Twins continues]

So, this job in New York.

If I get the offer.

- If you get the offer...

- Mm-hmm.

Is it something

you might actually take?

Well, it's looking

more and more attractive.

Why would you wanna

move to New York

when your life here in London

is so incredible?

I want...

So, my mum's birthday party

the other day...

Mmm.

It's been like that

my whole life.

You know what it's like,

the scene, the people.

They're trying to use you

to get to whatever it is

that they're after.

And, in my case,

it just so happens to be,

embarrassingly enough, my mum.

And that gets old.

And that is why

you are such an anomaly.

What makes me an anomaly?

You're rich, successful.

You're the youngest director

this company has ever had.

And yet, you're still,

like, a real person.

And I've seen money

change people.

I've seen them turn to monsters

like that and..

You're still just real.

And that means a lot.

Right, so here's to hoping

that I get this job.

Here's hoping.

Cheers.

I talked to William DeLaroche

at the Southbank Friday night.

- Catherine's son?

- Mm-hmm. He was all over me.

No one cares who you talked to,

Suzette.

- Ah. Good morning, Ana.

- Morning.

Would you come into my office

and close the door behind you?

Someone's in trouble...

[sighs]

We knew you wouldn't last long.

Anyways, Will and I

would have the hottest babies.

Oh, you lucky cow.

So, how are you?

Sorry?

Life, stuff, what are you into?

Yeah, um... what am I into?

Um...

I'm really into... [exhales]

working for you.

- Mm-hmm. Good.

- I'm very happy.

- Very, very grateful to be here.

- Good.

Yeah. Yep...

Hmm. [sighs]

Why are you looking at me

like that?

Um... I'm just... I'm just...

I'm confused.

Um, what are we...

what are we doing?

We're having a chat.

And the chocolate!

Oh. OK, great...

I know what you've been doing.

What do you mean?

Did you think I wouldn't notice?

I see how hard

you've been working.

I notice it every day.

I want you to know

it's appreciated

and then, when I take over,

it will be rewarded.

[chuckles]

Wow. Thank you, Claire.

That's... That's...

That's incredible.

- I know.

- [knocking at door]

- Yes?

- It's Catherine DeLaroche.

- Send her in.

- Oh, no, um... she's not here.

She's on the phone.

- I'll let you take that.

- What?

[door closes]

It's Claire.

[sighs]

DeLaroche just cancelled

the auction.

What? What did she say?

[Claire] She got very

sentimental about the paintings.

Something about

the "love hidden within."

Some f*cking hippie bullshit!

But what I do know...

is no one gives up millions

of dollars for no reason.

- Someone got in her ear.

- Sotheby's.

f*ck!

It could be another collector

trying to swoop in

and buy everything from her,

but without us.

All it takes is one idiot

with one stupid comment

to make her

lose confidence in us.

You! You said that

you saw her son William

at the gallery the other night.

Did he say anything

about a cancellation?

I actually, um...

I didn't talk to him.

I made that up.

- What's wrong with you?

- So many things.

OK.

Everybody's one and only job

is to find out

who's behind this cancellation.

[Arnold] These paintings have

been off the market for decades.

If Sotheby's took this from us,

they'll laugh all the way

to the bank.

Now, you

tell me you can fix this.

I can fix this.

I always do.

[door opens, closes]

[loud chatter]

[woman] Ana?

Sorry, um, there's a Willy

at the front desk for ya.

- Who's that?

- Thing for Claire. Don't worry.

Thought I'd make a bold gesture.

Come here.

- Hang on a minute.

- Just keep walking.

What are you doing here?

Just thought I'd surprise you

for lunch.

You can't just show up here

unannounced.

- What? I don't understand.

- You don't understand?

You don't understand

how inappropriate it is

to show up here

the day that your mom

pulls her collection

from our auction?

Ana, that has nothing

to do with me.

I have no idea

what she's doing with all that.

Nothing to do with you?

You're her son.

I work for Erwins.

This was such a bad idea to

begin with. I'm such an idiot!

Let's not get hyperbolic.

So she pulled a few pieces,

or whatever...

It's not the end of the world.

I mean, you do these

all the time anyway.

Just because you don't

give a sh*t, Will,

doesn't mean it doesn't matter.

This sh*t matters to me. I give

a sh*t. I give a lot of shits.

This was the biggest auction

of my career.

And I put it at risk

because I thought

you and your mom

understood that.

I'm sorry. I didn't know that it

meant that much to you, Ana.

It does.

Honestly,

I came here to tell you

that I got the job offer

from the firm in New York.

[laughs] That's great.

That's really great, um...

I wish I could be happier

for you,

but while you get an offer

for a job

that you've literally never

needed, now mine is at risk.

Never needed?

[Ana] This was such a mistake.

No, I think the only mistake

here was me not realising

that this entire relationship

was based on whether or not

you were getting something

in return.

Will.

Tickets, invitations, attention.

Joke.

- Will.

- Good luck to you.

[loud chatter]

[phone pings]

[Arnold] Ms Santos!

A word, please.

- Quite the photo.

- Claire, I can explain.

No, I'll explain. In this photo,

you're wearing my dress.

You're the director

of Erwins New York

having such a wonderful time

with our client.

It's so strange because I'm the

director of Erwins New York.

But I'm so glad that

it's you in this photo.

Since Catherine

pulled the collection,

you're really doing

an incredibly sh*t job.

I know that I probably

look crazy right now,

but I promise I never intended

for any of this to happen.

I met Catherine's son

on the plane

and he misinterpreted something

I said. It was an accident.

It's not an accident. You lied.

You lied your way

into Catherine's confidence.

You pretended to have my job.

You shimmied your way

into my couture.

It's a shame you couldn't have

something like my competence.

Catherine is not responding.

Let me deal with Catherine.

I can fix this, trust me.

"Trust" is not the word

that comes to mind, darling.

Suzette, I want her on a plane.

I want her out of here now.

- My pleasure.

- Call security.

[Gerard] Excuse me, Claire,

but you really had no idea

she was masquerading as you?

You f*ck off, Gerard.

A lot of people want to be me.

How can that be possible

with you, Claire?

I was called to Rome.

Oh, you're suggesting

I'm to blame?

- Well, it certainly didn't help.

- [Arnold] Excuse me.

I've got to start

cleaning up your mess.

Gerard is taking point in the

auction until I figure this out.

[Gerard]

You're making this too easy.

Bravo, Gerard. Remove her.

She no longer works at Erwins.

Claire...

Claire,

I'm so unbelievably sorry.

Uh-huh.

You're a terrible waste

of potential.

I'm so sorry, bud. I wish

I could be there to help.

I know, Viv.

I wish you were here too.

- [squealing]

- What was that?

Listen, I hate to tell you this

on the worst day of your life,

but... Ronnie and I

got a Great Dane!

- Wait, what?

- [squeals]

This is Mario! He lives here

instead of you now.

Mario is our baby, and you know

how little space we have.

So why would you get

a Great Dane?

But it's OK.

I'm gonna take all your stuff

and put it in a crate

and put it out in the hallway.

Ronnie!

She's having a hard time.

It's OK.

I've literally just been

thrown out on the street

and I'm being replaced

by a Great Dane.

- Aw...

- There's always the navy.

- [hangs up]

- [sighs]

[phone pings]

[man] The best decision

I ever made? That's easy.

I joined the US Navy.

[sighs]

[exhales]

No, they didn't fire me because

I was hanging out with a client

I wasn't supposed to know.

No, they fired me because...

because I was

impersonating my boss.

[gasps]

I'm not a director at Erwins.

[chuckles] I'm not even close

to being a director at Erwins.

Before I came to London,

I was handing out catalogues

and paddles

and folding chairs.

They fired me because I lied.

I'm realising that pretending

to be more than I am

got me further in a week

than being myself did in a year.

I lied, Catherine,

because I wanted to live

somebody else's life for once

because I am so insecure

of my own.

I'm really surprised

by all of this, Ana.

I thought I knew you.

For all we know, she even

made up the name Ana Santos.

No. Ana's my name, Ana Santos.

Oh, well, thank God for that.

We've got something real

to work with.

I really don't know what to say,

to be honest.

What do you think, Julian?

Shocked.

[Catherine] Wildly shocked, yes.

- Unbelievably shocked.

- Incredibly shocked.

[Julian] Hmm!

Encore!

- [clapping continues]

- Bravo! Well done.

Pretending to be other people

is supposed to be

what I do for a living.

[Julian chuckles]

You're not mad?

Well, some people

have called me mad.

- Do you think I'm mad?

- Barking.

I'm just an admirer

of a good performance.

You should be in the theatre.

You would still be poor but

you'd get in a lot less trouble.

Darling, you should know,

none of this is your fault.

That's very nice, Catherine,

but...

I'm not being nice.

I was using you.

- Using me?

- Mm-hmm.

- It was all a sales strategy.

- [Catherine laughs]

A what?

[Catherine] When I was a young,

I found myself in Casablanca.

- Great movie.

- Shut up, Julian.

I lived in Morocco.

And I learned how to bargain

at the Grand Bazaar.

One of the most

important things:

right before concluding a deal,

try to walk away.

If they're convinced

that you will actually leave,

they might just make

a better offer.

What about Boris? I thought this

was all because of what I said.

I knew Boris a bit better

than you, darling.

I mean, I was married to him,

for God's sake.

The only thing that man

cared about and loved was money.

It wasn't like I thought

anyone would get hurt.

So none of this is my fault?

You're talented.

But it takes a bit more than

some soft words about paintings

to make me turn down

85 million.

I've decided

I want a beach house.

- [laughs]

- In Spain. I do.

So... what are you saying?

I think it's time

we go down there

and get this auction on track.

- For less commission.

- Of course.

I can't go back to Erwins.

I just got escorted out

by security.

You're absolutely right.

You cannot go back to Erwins

with paint all over your bottom.

Um, permission to raid

the closet?

Permission granted.

[typing]

- [gasps]

- Security!

Hello.

Catherine.

So nice of you to make it.

Julian, old boy.

You look splendid.

- I heard you were dead.

- Not as dead as this deal was

before young Ana here

talked me round.

- What's she doing here?

- Ana's with me.

- What can I do for you?

- Well...

I would like to go ahead

with the auction...

[sighs]

with one minor change.

OK.

I'm too... personally attached.

I'm appointing someone to manage

the auction on my behalf.

Someone I trust.

Whomever you choose.

Ana Santos will manage

the auction for me.

Wow! [laughs]

I expect you to treat her

like you would treat me.

If I hear otherwise, I'll move

my collection to Sotheby's.

Are you kidding? We are...

thrilled to work with Ana.

She's an amazing young woman

from our training program.

- Do we have a problem?

- Nope. Absolutely not.

Is there, Claire?

- Welcome back, Ana.

- Welcome back, Ana.

- Love you.

- Love you. Thank you.

And, uh,

thank you for trusting us.

Ana, would you like to grab

Suzette's desk?

- What?

- We want Ana to be comfortable.

Drink? Water? Champagne?

That won't be necessary,

Arnold, but thank you.

Now before we start,

there is one person I can safely

say I'd like off the team.

Gerard.

What? No, no, darling.

You can't do that.

Yes, I can, darling.

Claire was horrible to you.

Don't you want revenge?

No. I don't want revenge.

I want Claire.

She's done more for this company

than anybody else in this room

and grossed

twice as much as you.

Well, Gerard, it appears

no one wants you. Let's go.

- Uh, excuse me. Claire stays?

- Claire stays, yeah.

Come on.

- What the f*ck is going on?

- I told them the truth.

Do tell.

I told them you were the single

best person for the auction,

and that you will ruin anybody

who crosses you or the company.

You've had to fight

for your spot here...

and so have I.

Go on.

I'd like to start

with the opening bids.

I think we could be

undervaluing some pieces.

What do you think?

[laughs]

Actually, I do agree.

I knew there was a reason

I liked you. I'm never wrong.

Shall we get to work?

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

I just wanted to say,

as a fellow woman of colour,

you are such an inspiration.

Oh, my God, Renee. She just

has an olive complexion.

What? She's from Guatemala.

[scoffs] You really need

to educate yourself.

I'm from Florida.

- [clicks fingers]

- Chairs. Chairs.

Floridian, you got them working.

That's impressive.

[gasps] You! The bizarre socks!

Can I have a word?

- [loud chatter]

- [gavel bangs]

[laughs]

[auctioneer] Final piece

for the Brovil collection.

Starting at 75 million.

Looking for 85.

At 90 million. Thank you, madam.

One hundred I'm bid.

With the lady here

at 100 million.

Any advance on 100?

All done at 100?

I have 110

with the gentleman here

at 110 million. 120, well done.

Would you like to go 130?

We do. 130.

We have 130 million on my right

with the gentleman.

- Deep breath. 140!

- [crowd gasps]

[auctioneer]

A record for the artist, 140.

We're selling.

Not yours quite yet, sir. 140.

No more for you, sir?

No more on the telephones.

With the lady. Are you sure?

- [bangs gavel]

- Sold! Final sale.

- [cheering]

- [auctioneer] 250 million.

Biggest auction

in Erwins's history.

[exhales]

- When are you leaving?

- Tonight.

I have some clients in New York

I'd like to see.

- You don't stop, do you?

- Hmm.

Exactly how Erwins's

future chairwoman should be.

Thank you, Arnold.

[Arnold] Let's talk about it.

Come on.

Long time coming.

Oh. Be ready to leave

at seven o'clock tonight

and you won't need

an upgrade either.

You're going to be up front

where you belong.

- Wasn't that exciting?

- Ana, congratulations.

That wasn't

a low commission after all.

No, it wasn't. Did Will make it?

- No, of course not.

- Right.

- Men and their football.

- Oh! That's right.

I've got 20 quid on it.

I just really wanted to

explain to him that...

Wait, what?

The Lions are in

the Championship game

and seven-year-olds

can't coach themselves.

[Julian laughs]

You lied. I put up

with a lot of things in my life,

but lying I don't have time for.

The world is hard enough

without me having

to look over my shoulder.

I suppose that means

nothing to you.

And that breaks my heart.

You made me believe

that you wanted to win,

that you wanted to be champions.

Their best player has asthma.

You lot are drawing to a team

whose best player needs

an inhaler to get on the pitch.

[exhales]

I wasn't gonna say this now,

but since we are where we are,

I will, OK?

After the game, I'm treating

you all to Pizza Express.

[gasps]

You've worked hard this season

and you deserve it.

But if you win,

I personally guarantee you all

unlimited ice cream.

What if I want six scoops?

- Unlimited.

- [children gasp]

OK?

Now, I want you to go out there

and play your hearts out

for these final minutes.

Not just for yourselves,

not even for me.

Not for your mums and dads,

whoever has come down

to watch you today,

but for chocolate,

vanilla, pistachio,

that weird flavour

that Zayn likes.

- Gooseberry.

- Exactly.

Now, hands in. Come on.

Ready?

- One, two, three!

- [all] Lions!

- Come on!

- [child] Let's do this!

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

I thought bribes

weren't allowed in sports.

[scoffs] Now is really

not a good time.

Yeah. It's just that, uh...

my plane leaves in,

like, three hours

and I really can't leave

without talking to you.

With all due respect,

we're in the final minutes here.

- Got it.

- Defence, Tommy, defence!

[children chatter and shout]

I was hoping to talk to you

after the auction,

- but then you never showed.

- Yeah. I heard it went well.

I heard about my mum's

strategy with the deal.

I heard about your big

confessional as well.

Yeah. Turns out we were

both lying about something.

Uh, acting.

My mum's a lot of things,

but she's not a liar, OK?

Right, well, neither am I.

Not most of the time, anyway.

Look, Will, I'm really sorry

for lying to you,

but I need you to know that even

though I lied about what I do,

I wasn't lying about who I am

and how I feel.

I couldn't make that up

even if I tried.

I would love it

if we could start fresh

with nothing but reality

this time.

Look, I appreciate that, but

if we're talking about reality,

you are literally about to fly

a thousand miles out of my life.

What? What happened to

the job in New York?

- I turned it down.

- You turned it down? Why?

Ryan, you're not moving!

Come on, wake up!

Look, Ana. I am glad

that it's all working out for

you now, that you won

and that my mum's getting

her beach house in Spain.

It's great that you're

being nice to me again

now you've gotten everything

you wanted,

but you were awful to me

when it looked like things

weren't going to go your way.

That is pretty hard to see

any differently.

I was going to tell you

the truth eventually, I swear.

I was trying to find a way to

do it without coming off insane,

which feels impossible now.

I was in over my head

and it snowballed.

But, honestly, Will,

I don't think you would've

kept talking to me

if you knew the truth.

The truth being that...

I'm not like you. I don't

have any family connections,

I have no savings, I've been

in credit card debt for years.

I still live in a

one-bedroom apartment

with my sister and her fianc.

I wake up every morning on their

futon as an unwelcome guest

hoping that if I got the sh*t to

impress my boss even a little,

I'd get the chance

to impress somebody like you.

And then nobody would have

to know that I have nothing

and I'm... I'm nobody.

Well, then I'm clearly not the

person who you thought I was,

and whoever it was

you were trying to impress

sounds like a right prick.

- [football net rattles]

- [children cheer]

- [whistle blows]

- [Will cheers] Oh, my God!

Yes! Ryan, you little beauty!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Brilliant stuff.

OK, hold on one second.

Look, Ana. You are somebody.

Probably someone great too.

I just never had a chance

to find out.

Will...

I wish I'd gotten the chance

to meet the real you,

futon and all.

Have a safe flight back, OK?

- Right, come on. Let's go!

- [children cheer]

I'm so proud of you lot.

Yes. As promised,

ice cream and pizza.

[chuckles quietly]

[indistinct announcement]

- [attendant] Champagne?

- Oh, thank you.

[sirens and traffic sounds]

- [dog pants]

- [background chatter]

- Hey.

- Hi.

You know, I think I get it now.

Yeah?

I would've been a millionaire

in kindergarten.

- Ronnie!

- What?

- It's nice.

- It's a square, Viv.

There's free food and drink

over there.

- How do you know it's free?

- It's my gallery.

- Hmm.

- That is class, Ana.

Class...

Knock yourself out.

[Ronnie] I told you she could

do it, didn't I, Viv?

If I got that

kind of commission,

I'm flying with Maverick.

How does it feel

to run a gallery?

Feels pretty good, Amy.

- You've got money.

- Yeah.

- You've got your health.

- Yup.

You could probably get on Raya.

Claire's network goes

a long way.

Look, she's here.

Honestly,

I didn't think she'd make it.

Too busy ruling the world.

Well, I'm sorry you know who

didn't show up.

No, it's fine.

Pretty dumb of me

to get my hopes up.

Let's go out tonight.

I know that there are thousands

of people in this city

who would love to fu...

talk to you.

And he had his chance.

Maybe another time.

I gotta stay and lock up.

[woman] Congrats. It's really

wonderful. Fantastic job.

- [Ana] Oh, thank you.

- [man] Thank you so much.

[Ana] I really appreciate

you guys coming. Thank you.

- [woman] Really great, Ana.

- [Ana] Thanks, guys.

[suitcase clatters]

Do you know how hard it was

to swipe those?

Will. [laughs]

[sighs]

What are you doing here?

Did you accept the job

in New York?

[Will] Yeah,

but that's not why I'm here.

Why are you here?

You still owe me for the suedes.

[laughs]

I will buy you new suedes

if you admit that you missed me.

Ooh, that's a hard bargain.

Is this the part when you

walk away from a bad deal?

I don't think

I can do that again.

What do we do now?

Let's start by dropping off

your bags at my place.

Nice futon.