"Switch"
Harder.
Hit her harder, please.
I decide how much pain she gets.
And I decide how much money you get.
Put those away.
Now.
Frank?
I figured you'd call.
Do you know who W.C. Feels was?
The guy who married May West?
No, it was a guy who refused to work with kids and animals. I'm a fan.
Don't tell me you opened the package.
Ah, I thought about it.
That cute little dog.
So you knew about this all along?
Lighten up Frank, it's easy money.
No such thing as easy money.
Hi Bindy.
Ah, come here baby. Mommy missed you.
Did you miss mommy my little baby?
Ah, he wants to say goodbye.
Bye bye.
Woof.
Give it to me.
This is my place. We play by my rules.
- Look, if she wasn't here... - What?
What would you do?
Give it to me.
***
Could one of you hit me please?
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Grandfather.
- Have you heard anything yet? - They're moving it today.
It's not just for me you know.
I know grandfather. It's for all of us.
All of us.
Yes.
Ah! Striking, isn't it?
What would you say if I told you I could sell that painting tomorrow
for half a million euros.
I'd say you'd have to steal it first.
- Speaking hypothetically of course. - Of course.
The name's Tracy.
This is mister Voros.
Let's, eh, get this over with. The sooner he makes the delivery...
the sooner I get my money.
Now you be careful with that.
You have no idea how much it's worth.
Take it easy.
The package, in your trunk. Give it to me.
I can't do that.
- Give it to me, now! - Why?
Because it belongs to me.
Put the gun down, I'm just a driver delivering a package.
Which was stolen from me.
- Why should I believe you? - Because I'm the one holding the gun.
Do you have any idea what you've got in that car?
- It's none of my business. - Following orders?
Sticking to the deal, actually.
Give it to me.
You should be careful with those things, they can be dangerous.
You're the driver.
Not what I expected.
Likewise.
Where's the package?
Follow me.
So when's that auction?
- The driver has arrived, mister Berber. - Oh, perfect.
I've been waiting a long time for this.
Finally.
Incredible.
- Well, if our business is done... - Wait a second.
This is something I've been pursuing for quite some time now.
I need to have my associate here inspect it.
Just to make sure it wasn't damage through transport.
Professor.
Yes, yes. [Extra ease] of light.
- It's magnificent. - Yes it is.
Wait.
- No! - What is it?
It may be a masterpiece in it's own right, but it's not the painting you bought.
It's a forgery.
That's impossible. Maybe, but I doubt I'm wrong.
Fuck!
- This is extremely disappointing. - I just deliver the package.
I'm not responsible for what's inside.
I made a down payment of a million dollars for this painting.
I'm sure you won't mind the hospitality of my estate, while I look into this.
Real animal lover, your boss.
Bad news.
The professor's confirmed the painting is a fake.
Well, like I said, it's got nothing to do with me.
The man who hired you to make the delivery says he gave you the real painting.
Of course he did, what else is he gonna say?
So. Someone is lying then. We just have to find out who.
Since you happen to be here right now...
you go first.
Are you left handed or right handed?
I only ask because it usually saves time and a hell of a lot of mess...
to go straight for the fingers of the dominant hand.
Second time today I have a gun pulled on me.
I need to speak to mister Akimatsu.
Yes I know what time it is in Tokyo, it's urgent.
I can assure you I'll get to the bottom of this.
Yes, I am aware of the consequences.
I don't expect any of you idiots to know anything about art.
So I'm gonna try and explain this really carefully.
That painting was part of a set.
The same scene done four times.
Each representing one of the four seasons.
Winter, spring, summer and fall.
I own three of them.
Individually, they're each worth about 20 million.
As a set...
They're worth five times that much.
I already have a buyer. Who will be very disappointed if I don't deliver.
- Now what happened? - Dumb fuck here let the driver take his gun.
I could beat you to death with this poke right here.
But that would make a mess of the carpet.
Start with that driver.
Find out what he knows. Then kill him.
Frank!
- I'm here. - Ah, devil's rider is coming home? Come in.
Why do I do this work? You ask yourself that.
'Cause it's simple.
Pick something up at point A. Take it to point B.
End of story, nothing complicated.
You're a man who likes routine, Frank.
Exactly.
- So why does it turn to shit? - You need to stick by rules.
Is the car ready?
Yeah, system check's complete in... Maybe sixty seconds.
What can I do for you?
- The painting was a forgery. - You opened the package.
Long story. I need you to find out
- about that gallery owner. - Tracy?
- I need you to run a motorcycle plate. - All right. Anything else?
Yeah, find me a nice simple delivery for a change.
Do you ever think about switching jobs?
- Only three or four times a day. - Just imagine how bored you would get, Frank.
Thanks Carla.
What the hell are you doing here?
I've come to talk about the painting.
So, you will come twice a week.
You will pay in cash.
And you will never complain.
No matter what happens.
- I don't want anything too rough. - I'll decide about that.
And no marks.
I don't want my wife asking questions.
You're a naughty boy.
I'm just here to have a little fun. Nothing dangerous.
You put those away.
You know what? You business man are all the same.
Big men on the outside. Frightened little boys on the inside.
- I have a job for you. - I'm sorry. Madame Cora is not available.
Don't Madame Cora me, it's work time.
She's with a client right now, I have her call when she's done.
Cut the crap. You work for me full-time, I own you so get over here.
Where do you thing you're going?
I have business to attend to.
Right now, it's play time.
I'm just here for light whipping.
In a while.
Get out. Before you get hurt.
I already told Gyver. I don't...
I don't know anything about the painting.
Talk to the broker. His name is Tracy.
If anyone knows anything about this...
Oh we're gonna talk to him, don't worry about that.
But here's the thing, mister Voros.
We need to find out who has the real painting.
And we're finding it very hard to believe that you don't know anything about it.
I want you to think long.
And hard.
I... don't know!
You know what you need? A little more incentive. So tell me...
Are you left handed or right handed?
What are you doing. No!
Noooooo.
You shouldn't break into people's houses.
You shouldn't chase cars on a motorcycle.
I know a few people who can ride like that. You're not exactly that type.
Oh yeah?
What type am I?
Nice Jewish girl. From an American suburb.
The pictures...
One with you and the older gentlemen. In the suit.
My grandfather.
The Pissaro.
it was a fake.
My buyer's expert barely looked at it. He had no doubt.
When you see the real thing, you know right away.
There's an essence that no forger ever captures.
But you thought I had the real one.
I heard that the original was in Berlin.
And Kiber wants it and Charles Tracy offered it to him.
I'm sorry about the frying pan.
I just want what's mine.
What makes you more deserving than anyone else?
Family photos?
This was eh... my great great grandmother.
- See that? - What am I looking at?
On the wall behind her.
A Pissaro.
This was taken at their house in Warsaw mid 1930s.
So?
My great grandmother again. With her father.
See the guy with the beard?
My grandfather's great grandfather.
Camille Pisarro?
The rest is... birth certificates.
- Other stuff. - So what happened?
Ubergruffenführer Paul Hauser.
It's bounced around since the war.
And you just have to get this old family painting back?
I made a promise to someone.
Do you know where Voros stays when he comes to Berlin?
Why should I tell you?
If you want to see the painting again, I'm your best chance.
Let's say I have a professional interest in getting to the bottom of this.
- I think you have a target on your back. - Odds are so do you.
I figure you've been investigating this for some time.
Poking around, asking questions.
They're gonna find out.
Voros uses an apartment in Dalham.
It actually belongs to one of his father's companies.
Let's go.
Ehm, hang on. I just wanna get my jacket.
Get you hands off me!
Let go of me!
- It's his phone. - Hey, come on!
Gorn, it's Kiber.
Where's my painting?
Your painting.
Hey, you listen to me, you son of a bitch.
You listen to me, that painting is mine. I don't give a fuck where it came from.
I'm gonna find it and if you get in my way I'm gonna fucking kill you, understand?
Like I said, we both got targets on our back.
Yes?
Now listen to me, you idiot. Go find that girl.
If you don't find her you get a visit from Madame Cora, clear?
All right.
- Maybe you should wait here. - No chance.
It's the guy from the art gallery.
- That's not a good sign. - Oh God!
His fingers are missing.
Means he stuck to his story right to the end, he was telling the truth.
He had nothing to do with this.
You gonna be OK? -Yeah.
I need a minute, gonna look around.
- Thought he was dead. - Think I'll take that, for just a little while.
We better get out of here.
Now what?
We still have the forgery.
Why did you keep it?
It's not paint by numbers.
There are only so many people around capable of doing something like that.
We find the forger, he'll lead us to the original.
I have a friend who knows about these things.
His name is Ivan. I'll give him a call.
Gorn found the driver.
He was with the girl at her apartment.
And then they lost him. Again.
You keep disappointing me, Vera.
I got a lead on the broker Tracy. He owns a gallery, called the Culture Factory.
There's going to be some sort of event there tonight.
I love a good art show.
Hello?
Hi, Ivan. I have a painting I need authenticated.
Eh.
Bring it to the gallery, I'll take a look.
All right, we'll see you soon, thanks.
He's working at an opening tonight. We're gonna meet him there.
How long have you been doing this kind of work?
A while.
No wife? No family?
I like to keep things simple.
Sounds kind of lonely.
You didn't track that painting to Voros with a simple internet search.
I wish. Three years of my life spent...
in dusty archives all over Europe.
When I started this I told myself this was for my grandfather.
- Sometimes I wonder why I don't just walk away. - Why don't you?
Maybe it's because I've been doing it so long I don't know anything else.
- You know what I mean? - I get the idea.
It's an installation. It's called Force of an Angel.
- Naturally. - Eh, not exactly your kind of crowd, I'm guessing?
I'll see if I can find Ivan. Try and stay out of trouble.
Composition achieves a very powerful visual counterpoint, doesn't it?
Although I must admit, usually I prefer the early Russian stew of abstraction.
When I was 9 I had my first...
- erection to a Kandinsky. - In that case I'll leave you to it.
What's with her?
Later. Come with me.
Frank, this is Ivan.
Come in back. Show me what you've got.
Go in. Get Tracy. Bring him to the car.
We'll wait behind the building.
You found it.
This is piece a vo. It's called a trade beside the lake in winter. -Is it?
- You think it's a fake? - That's what I was told.
This painting has been missing for almost 70 years.
Saying for the sake of argument...
the artist who the original's copied from, who could've done it?
Not many people.
This is first class work.
If I had to venture a guess, I'd say... Markov.
Anton Markov.
He's the best there is.
He's crazy as a loon, but if anyone could pull this off it would be him.
- How would we find him? - Oh he's a recluse, but...
I could ask around if you want.
The main event. Please.
- Who's that guy? - It's Tracy. My boss.
Hey!
Going somewhere? Let's go.
Come.
- Good call. - Why don't you shut your face.
- Okay, okay. - Get in there.
- Get down. - Watch the hair!
That enough dissidant cannibal for you?
They got Tracy.
The police are on their way.
You don't want them to find you here. You better get going.
Do you know where your boss lives?
- He's staying at his girlfriend. - Give me an address.
Please. You have to listen to me. I don't have anything to do with this.
Mister Voros said otherwise.
All I did for him, was eh...
I just advised him...
that if he wanted to sell his painting I could get him a good price for it.
And that transporter...
was my idea. You know, I could've delivered the painting myself.
Shut up! I'll deal with the transporter later.
Right now there's only one thing I need to know.
- Where's the original? - I don't know.
Very well then.
Clara.
Are you left handed or right?
Girlfriend's home. We can use that.
Hey. Before we go in there, I just wanna say something.
Whatever happens in there, I just want you to know that I...
What?
We'll continue this later.
It won't work.
- What? - Your gun, that you just slipped from my pocket.
I removed the clip.
Shit.
I'm going in there.
You just gonna walk up and knock on the door?
So how are we gonna do this?
- You've been attacked. - What?
- Help me! Help me! - What the fuck?!
Help me please!
You've got to help me, there's a guy that... Thank you!
You can wait right here.
We gotta make this fast. I'll check the basement.
- Where is it? - It's in the basement.
Get it.
I prefer...
to fight someone my own size.
Is this as good for you as it is for me?
Too much foreplay.
- Fire! - Never mind about that, where's my painting?
- It's over there, but... - Get it!
- Don't you move. - Shut up! Get the painting.
The second you hand it over he'll kill you and us.
Shut up, I'll kill this bitch right now.
- My painting! - It's too late.
My painting!
- Get off of me. - You've got to go!
Please.
There's at least fifty million dollars worth of art down here.
Oh shit.
Call the fire department.
Tell them you need a place to stay tonight. Come on!
Vera? I can't move.
Vera, help me!
I can't breathe.
My legs.
Vera, help me!
- Bonjour, leave your message. - Juliet De Bois. This is the transporter.
I have information for you, regarding the death of Max Kiber. Call me back.
And you owe me one.
I can't believe the painting's gone.
I mean... after all this time I really thought I would get it back.
Hey, we got out alive.
Would it make a difference if the painting wasn't destroyed.
What are you talking about?
I switched them.
- Is that the real thing? - It is.
May I have a look?
You know, last night...
I had expected you to throw me out of the car and keep the painting for yourself.
You don't know me very well.
Maybe that's something we can work on.
I'm leaving town tomorrow.
- Another job? - Brussels.
I know a great waffle place.
Guys.
It's authentic.
- Babe, wanna party? - With you?
You up for it?
- You by yourself? - Not if you'll go with me.
You want to meet my little friend?
Every one of those assholes had it coming.
That waffle place in Brusseles.
Maybe I'll see you there.
Maybe.
Thank you.
Grandfather.
You found it.
Now we are all home.
Thank you.
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