Riviera

He says he won't see you.

He won't see me? Why not?

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing?

I'm watching you sleep.

Is that something that you do a lot?

From time to time.

I didn't know that.

Well, that's because...

you're asleep.

Not any more.

You made me breakfast.

Well, Patrice made you breakfast.

But I carried it up the stairs,

and I have to tell you,

it was extraordinarily heavy.

My hero.

Unfortunately, I can't join you.

I've... got to go to work.

What? No. Why?

You have to go to work

and you have to go to New York.

Hea.

Thanks for making me breakfast.

What is money?

What is money? Why do we covet it so?

Monea, money, money, money.

What is money?

Come on!

Sold at three million dollars.

Oh, it's been too long.

What a nice surprise.

Are you well?

You want the Malevich.

Well, that depends on the price,

don't you think?

Couldn't you just buy him a vineyard

instead?

Or a small Pacific island?

There is nothing as rigorous as money.

Nothing as fluid.

Nothing as tensile.

Money desires nothing so much

as to be itself.

Where is money most itself?

So, where you gonna hang it?

It needs special place.

It's very beautiful thing.

Argus and Io. Do you know the story?

Some god fucked a maiden.

Greek kind of thing.

Jupiter fucked Io.

His wife found out.

Everyone fucked everyone then.

Money is most itself

in the last unregulated great bazaar...

the art market,

where money can do what God intended--

accumulate.

Here, as in Alice's looking glass,

a thing costs

what some putative

free-spending Mad Hatter says it costs.

A very exciting bid, ladies and gentlemen.

Next, we have lot 12A.

Will he be bidding?

Oh, no, I doubt it.

Robert Carver is what we call...

a voyeur.

You do know the nicest people.

From the collection of John Brandeis.

We trade

Picasso, Rembrandt, Degas, Duchamp.

We bundle them

the way subprimes are bundled.

We sell a Warhol short one day.

We hedge an old master the next.

We get in there before regulation

tames the last Wild West.

So, are you convinced?

Him, I don't know.

Araikov.

He's a dealer, heavy machinery.

Syria, Iraq, Congo, places like that.

All the places that need heavy machinery.

How do you know all the others?

Excuse me.

Hi.

Georgina.

It's up next.

The Malevich?

What's my limit again?

Did I hear you say Malevich?

It's my wife.

It's really stunning.

I'm telling you,

this is like the missing link.

Every Russian wants a Malevich.

Evera oligarch.

Just be one second.

Where are you?

I'm at a friend's house in Nice.

Which friends in Nice? Do I know them?

Are you still there?

Will it take my breath away?

Absolutely.

Wrong.

Only you can do that.

Why has every redundant stock trader

been prowling the galleries?

Because they know there is value there.

Ungoverned, unregulated...

value.

Ladies and gentlemen, I shall

commence the bidding at $15 million.

Fifteen million we have.

We have 16 million.

I bid 16.

Sixteen million dollars.

When are you coming back?

Twenty million dollars.

It's up to 20.

Why don't you come back tonight?

You know how badly I sleep alone.

Are you even listening to

a word I'm saying?

What is my limit?

It's gonna go to 23.

We have $23 million on the floor.

Hello?

All this drama is bad

for my blood pressure.

Twenty-five now, ladies and gentlemen,

on the floor,

against you on the phone, sir.

It's like a feeding frenzy.

Can we go to 30?

Can we go to 30?

Tino, sweetheart.

I can't hear you.

My love, you know I trust you implicitly.

Can I go to 30?

Thirty.

Thirty. Thirty million dollars. Thank you.

Hello? Hello?

Fair warning, at $30 million.

Sold at $30 million.

Congratulations.

Argh.

Horrible.

You used to love these.

I didn't know any better.

You look great.

So do you.

It's been too long.

It has.

One more?

Oh, no. I have to fly back tonight.

But won't the private jet wait for madam?

You still live in Villefranche.

I could give you lift.

A lift. Wow.

No, thank you.

Thank you, but I still have business

to attend to here.

Yeah, that's probably better.

I would have put you in coach.

Thanks.

Come on. Come on. One more.

You're not flying the plane.

All right. Twist my arm.

Great.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Yes, sir?

Two more of these, please.

Sure.

Thanks.

Hi. You've reached Constantine Clios.

I'm not available right now,

but if you leave a message,

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Well, sweetheart,

Anderton beat us to the punch.

Maybe next time answer my calls.

Sorry.

Never mind.

I love you. I'll call you when I land.

Talk to me.

A yacht.

Yes, Major.

But whose yacht?

Alexei Litvinov. But that's not all.

Constantine Clios was also on board.

Clios? Villa Camella?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Nothing confirmed yet, sir.

It's OK. Let's go.

Madame Clios.