[0:22]You're not a butler. I am. But I'm also here to keep tabs on you. You work for Liz? Some kind of art security? Think I'm going to steal one of the paintings. I work for your father. He's afraid you're going to run off again. So he got me a babysitter? He wants to make the most of his time with you. Like I said, you're lucky. I didn't have that. I'm not some bastard he's ashamed of. I was supposed to be discreet. Let me ask you something. Certainly. What do you think of Picasso? There was a time when Picasso was so poor, he had to burn his own work for warmth. I'm glad he spared that one.
[1:18]Is there anything else? Good evening, Mr. Walker.
[1:27]Didn't touch my hand. Just gave it to me.
[1:36]Is it, what'd you learn? The guy's name is Ivan Navikov, a Russian expat with a legit passport of his own, came here legally two years ago. Wonderful. He runs an auto body repair shop in Brighton Beach. Unless you count a thick stack of parking tickets, he has no priors. He even pays his taxes.
[2:00]Passports recovered from the guests at the party all have Saragayev's mark on them. We're getting swamped with affidavits from citizens in Little Odessa. They're eager to talk now that they're not scared of his retaliation. Excuse me. Someone's here to say goodbye.
