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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 fuck 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. - 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...

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 shit.

- 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 shit.

My grandma died here. My mom died 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!

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!

Do you see a swan?

- No, I don't see a swan. - Thank God.

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...

What?

- What are you looking at? - It's not good.

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.

Good morning, everyone.

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.

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.

Shit.

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.

- 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?

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? - 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? - Amy.

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.