The Importance of Real Life

I blew off the show because I wasn't okay. With what I did to Johanna and... you know, Eli being upset, me being there for him, it was the perfect excuse. You think I killed Johanna for money? For less than half a million dollars? That is a lot of money. Just go back to the gallery, please. Bartender, scotch on ice, please. Inga, you shouldn't be here. You are not okay. If you were okay, you would not invent a lie of being sick. What has happened? The art's on loan, the business doesn't work. Give it a rest.