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If I see your face If I see your face
in the night I
will wait
If I feel your touch
If I feel your touch in the night
Your music?
Yes. Good.
Is it loud enough, do you think?
I see your face in the night.
Oh, I'm with ya.
and I'll save you from...
Put them on, you little shite.
Take it over there and burn it.
What?
Big and serious crime squad.
Sir Charles Stafford, dead on arrival.
Found by Magdalene Sheridan.
She came up from the lodge when she heard the alarm.
She's in the bathroom.
She a member of the family?
Friend of the family.
Who's the next of kin?
So, Sebastian, teaches at Queen's in Belfast.
There's no reply from this flat. We are trying to trace him.
Miss Sheridan will identify the body.
Right, is this the body of the man known to you as Sir Charles Stafford?
Yes Like a father
to me
Jeez. Oh, my God.
I didn't see anything.
I swear to God, I didn't see a bloody thing.
Maggie.
They killed him, Abe. What?
They shot Charles Stafford.
Oh, Chris. You knew. That's why you ran away.
I was scared for Christ's sake.
You were so scared you were sleeping like a baby.
I feel really bad, Aidan. I think that I might just shoot you. I don't know
anything. Who were they?
Point that at the old man's son.
Point it at Sebastian Stafford and see what he says.
What are you saying?
I saw someone I used to know and he saw me.
That makes me a witness.
And I know he works for Michael Longley. Who's Michael Longley?
Sebastian owes Longley money.
Real money.
Why? Why do you think?
If he was using again, I'd know.
Hello?
There's a
Miss Shirley.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm Detective Sergeant Fagan. We met up at the house.
all right.
Okay.
What are you doing here?
Look, I'm sorry, but I need to ask you some questions.
I've been here since 87.
I was... living in... New York.
I was living rough.
I had nothing.
Sebastian came and... they paid for my rehab.
And Charles took me in.
Have you found Sebastian yet?
He's on his way.
I shouldn't drink.
How did you meet the Staffords?
I was at school with them.
With Cecilia.
That's Charles's daughter. She died in a car crash.
Were you alone last night?
Where are you going?
I don't know. I don't know where I'm going.
You know, you were pretty well known.
I remember you.
Do you still make your living out of music?
I make music, but I don't make a living.
Yeah?
Okay.
Sebastian Stafford is here.
The only painting that has ever hung here is the portrait of my mother.
And when were you last here?
About a month ago.
There was a carpet.
Yes, it's been removed.
I've never seen these paintings before.
Never? Never in my life.
Do they belong to your father, do you think?
They could, I suppose.
Where would your father keep such things as bills of sale, insurance documents?
His desk.
Ollie.
Does the dog always sleep in the kitchen?
It never sleeps in the kitchen.
It always sleeps in my father's room.
How much do you owe Longley?
I don't know anyone called Longley. Is it more or less than the value of the
paintings?
You think I arranged the robbery? Did you?
And my father's death?
Charles did something you couldn't have anticipated. He had a gun.
They didn't find a gun. I found it next to his body when I found him.
I think he had a gun because he was trying to stop them from cutting your
mother's portrait.
Oh, Seb,
I thought we always told each other everything. We do.
Are you using again?
No.
I was, at Christmas.
When I was away?
Why? I don't know why.
Coke? No.
No, it's Maggie.
But I stopped.
I stopped.
I stopped.
But you still owe money.
Not to anyone called Longley.
As far as I understand it, Longley controls the whole of South Dublin, so
indirectly or directly, you do owe him. Maggie.
I did not set up any robbery.
How pleased.
How much do you
owe?
60 ,000.
60 ,000?
It was 10.
The rest is interest.
Did Charles know you were in debt?
Father set it up.
Oh, please, God, he didn't do this for me.
Agony in the Garden, a copy of a painting by Giacuinto.
Drunken Silenus after Chaperon.
The Massacre of the Innocents, a copy of a Poussin painting.
Saint Cecilia, the Penitent Magdalene, both by southern followers of
So this must be the missing work.
Judith slaying Holofernes in the manner of ante veduto grammatica.
You know, I'm confused.
All these paintings that have been hidden away somewhere for years are
for no apparent reason, taken out of store, insured and hung on the wall.
Hardly a month later, somebody tries to steal them.
You know, none of them seem to be very significant works, but even so, they've
got to be worth more than they've actually been insured for.
How much were they insured for?
Only £60 ,000.
I'm Michael Longley.
You owe me money.
Can you sell the rest of the paintings?
I'm not really mine to sell.
Well, they will be.
I doubt it.
The house has been remolded time and time again. It's falling apart.
Father had no life insurance.
If they're worth anything, they were to pay off death duties.
Got anything else to sell?
There's some drawings I bought with the money the grandfather gave me.
I have no idea what they're worth.
I didn't pay much for them.
Well, I've got 60 quid we can give Longley. I don't think that's going to
him. Or we can take the drawings to London, get Susie to value them, and
sell them if they're worth anything.
Pagan said he wanted to question us again.
Yeah. So how can he go to London?
Well, they won't be watching the airport.
It's all computerised, Maggie. You'll be on a computer.
So will I.
Why have you got this up today?
It was the name I was born with.
Maggie Sheridan isn't welcome in all the countries of the world, whereas
Magdalena Krasinska has led an exemplary life.
The Countess Krasinska.
You're such a snob.
When you need me, call my name.
There's no need, baby, to feel no pain.
I'd like to see Susanna Peel. May I have your name?
Anna Fitzgerald.
Would you wait upstairs, please?
Thank God.
I tried to get hold of you.
That's Sebastian.
No.
Well, he's in trouble, Susie.
What kind of trouble?
Money.
So, would you take a look at these for me?
Uh -huh.
Whose are they?
Sebastian's.
Want to know what they were?
Yes.
Alex,
it's Susie.
Could you have a look at some drawings for me?
Upstairs in my office?
Well, now if that's OK.
Right.
What are you doing? I came to you for help. I don't want to be fobbed off with
someone else. Maggie, I work on old master paintings. These are drawings.
Yes, Susie, I know that. Modern drawings. I can't tell you what they're
haven't a clue.
Oh.
Basically, they're rather good fakes.
Worthless.
Well, not worth much, to be sure.
Perhaps if offered to the right person, he might make 50, 60 pounds apiece.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Shall I get Oliver to tell me for you?
Yes, please.
He's away. He's back today or tomorrow. So what kind of trouble is Sebastian in?
He owes money.
We think that Charles may have arranged the robbery for the insurance.
But they only got away with one painting?
Yeah. How much was that insured for? Well, the whole collection was insured
£60 ,000.
This is the one they took.
Judith playing Holofernes in the manner of Antibiduto Grammatica.
The first thing I'd say is that this is an original.
But it's not a grammatical.
Another painful altogether comes to mind.
Now, the person who painted this and this,
Artemisia Gentileschi.
You haven't heard of her?
Nope.
Never seen any of her painting?
No.
Why should it surprise you that I don't happen to know the work of another
secure 17th century painter? Maggie, Maggie, this is not surprise. This is
disappointing. Why?
Oh, this is stupid.
I gave you a book.
Really? Yes, about three years ago.
I don't remember.
Caravaggio and His Followers by Susanna Peel.
Ah.
Your book.
Yes, my book.
Yeah, of course, I remember that. It was just that I just haven't had a chance
to look at it yet.
Well, you never read my book.
What are you, 12?
Actually, I did read your book.
I remember a lot of ghost -written gossip dimly remembered through a drink
-drug -induced haze.
You liked it, then?
I did not.
Though most of my friends in the sixth form found it mildly diverting. Chapter
three, Woodstock. Chapter four, I shagged the four tops.
Your friends had taste.
And I wrote every word.
So you chose to call me your half -sister?
Well, we did actually have separate fathers, unless you'd forgotten.
No, I haven't forgotten.
And who did I say was the love of my life?
Oh, I don't know.
Dave D. Dozie.
Dickie Titchinby. No.
You. Liar. Yes, you.
My little flame -haired sister.
Little flame -haired half -sister.
So if this really is one of her lost works, how much...
Do you think that will be worth?
Maggie, you don't have the painting.
£200 ,000?
No comparable works by her have been sold at Alton for a long time. £300
No, no, look, look. I can't possibly make an attribution based on a poor
photograph. All I can say is the work is suggestive of Artemisia Gentileschi. It
could easily be comparatively worth this copy. I cannot see the painting which
you don't have.
I mean, it's probably been destroyed.
No, no, no, I don't think so, no.
Well, look, I have to go. I have an appointment.
Ah.
Find out about Artemisia.
Thank you.
asking about you and Aidan Finnegan.
Shit. It's not overly chuffed that you vanished.
I told them your mother was ill.
Oh, Seb.
I know. It's all I could think of.
How's your Italian?
Rusty. Why?
I'm writing to Antonio Causa.
Who?
I've been studying the paperwork.
All the paintings belong to someone called Agostino Salerno of Naples.
In early 1945, they were acquired by one Antonio Causa.
My father seems to have collected the paintings over a period of years, the
first in 47, the last about ten years ago.
And there's an address in Rome.
Yeah, what have you written?
Not much so far.
Just told them that my father is dead, how it happened.
Asking how he came by the painting, how he came to know my father.
What makes you think that Charles is still alive?
Charles received the last painting in 87.
Oh, it's a long shot, I know.
Maybe it's not too late to get to know my father.
Well, your drawings are going to pay for my airfare home, at least.
Save you having to swim.
Oh, shit, I left the bath running. Got to go, Seb. Bye.
Happy...
Wild thing, I think you moved me.
But I want to know what's yours.
Matt. Ray's stopped playing.
Wow, Ray.
Our dealers do sometimes hear about stolen works and are sometimes
about buying them. Can't you let it be known that you're interested in buying
the Glencree painting?
Maggie, all dealers are to a greater or lesser extent bent, but one must appear
to be beyond reproach. Reputation's everything.
Don't you know any utterly bent dealers?
Yeah, of course. But I can't ask them about stolen works without appearing
utterly bent myself.
I could approach them. You can't go up to people and start talking about stolen
paintings or take offence.
I could say I was a dealer.
I wouldn't believe you.
Why not? I don't know anything about art.
Well, I went to art school.
Two years at Chelsea, staring at middle -aged nudes and singing in a blues band
does not constitute a background in fine art.
Choose a gallery.
Choose a room.
Pick a painting.
Who's it by?
Um, Sir Joshua Gainsborough.
Thomas Gainsborough, yes.
Title?
I don't know. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. When was it painted?
17... 50?
Okay, Oliver, what are you trying to prove?
Years of study and experience provide one with the foundations of any
discussion. It would be like me imagining I could stand up in front of a
band and sing.
Which is exactly what you did do on your 40th birthday.
Yeah. I was crap.
Well, don't disagree, will you?
No. That's fair.
So what makes you think you can convince anybody that you were an art dealer?
What do you see when you look at this picture?
Well, it's a wedding portrait. It's late summer.
Robert Andrews stands ready to reap his harvest.
The saplings denote the hope of issue. The dead pheasant and his wife slap a
discreet erotic illusion.
I don't see a dead peasant in his wife's lap. No, you see, art dealers don't
make jokes.
That's so discreet, it's invisible.
Gainsborough was always reluctant to finish his work, it's true, but he was,
think, quite brilliant.
See, the estate takes up more than half the canvas, more than the portrait
itself. No English painter before had ever allocated space in that way.
they're showing off.
They're saying, look, all this lovely land is ours.
That's what makes it brilliant.
They smuggled her. He's all there in that fancy bench. He's got his gun, he's
got his dog. Now he's bagged her as another possession.
Well... But is she going to give him pleasure?
No.
Old Josh Gainsborough obviously didn't think so.
You see, calling him Old Josh Gainsborough rather gives the game away.
he put that dead thing between her legs.
And then even lost interest in finishing that.
It's all right, Oliver.
I can be an eccentric.
Oh, you could be an imp.
I've got the name and the passport. What more do I need?
New address, good Mercedes, Montblanc pen, Cartier watch.
Where do you buy your clothes?
Oxford. Exactly.
Have you had all those things? You'd still need to be seen to be buying
paintings, and that needs money.
Well, you've got money. I don't have any money.
No, no, no, really, look.
I don't have any money.
Yes, and you live in such a horrible little hovel of a house, don't you? I
I didn't have any money. I didn't say I didn't have a spectacular mortgage.
A lot of what I do is on commission. You know, I advise buyers, I bid for them.
Occasionally I buy something for myself to sell on.
When's the next auction?
Bellamy's, New York.
Listen, you lend me the money, I need to set myself up as a dealer.
I attend the auction as the Countess Krasinska.
I bid on your behalf, I acquire a number of works, I am noticed.
Right. I then let it be known that I'm interested in the Glen Cree painting.
I get it back, Susie authenticates it, and we sell it for a million pounds, and
everyone lives happily ever after.
How are you going to pay for it? Cross that bridge when we come to it. A little
of a bridge, more a yawning chasm.
What's in it for me?
How grateful would you be?
Not that grateful.
I recall that you were not ungrateful at my 40th birthday party.
Really? I don't remember anything.
Phone calls.
Pay the bill.
Mr Bentham?
Ah, hello.
Yep.
Who is it? Jeffrey, hello, yes.
Yes. Oliver, who is it? Yes.
Really.
Yes, absolutely.
Done. Bye -bye.
Do you often do that? That's repulsive. The word is, it's in London.
How'd you get here? Oh, I don't know. How do paintings get smuggled here?
up and stashed under the floor of a big line?
Painted over and called Untitled Peace One?
Well, Oliver, have we got a deal? 25 % of any sales, the best you might make.
Ten. Twenty. Ten.
Deal.
Oh, darling, you're a dealer in fine art, not horses.
Susie, has she been giving you drugs? No, she's not the same Susie. She's
changed. Oh, over. She has charmed.
She has always had charm. Clearly she has charmed in this evening. And you've
succumbed like many men before you. Yeah, that's why I think she should do
Roland Thievery's asked me to bid for a Goya and a Ducani. She caused quite a
stir bidding for either of those.
Let me understand this.
You are prepared.
To risk your reputation and our livelihood by allowing Maggie to walk
Bellamy's New York, pretending to be a Polish dealer, and play with a million
pounds of Roland Fabry's money. Listen, if this is an unknown Artemisia that
you've discovered, that you authenticate, that you research and
including your book, you'll be up there in the front rank, an acknowledged
expert. What makes you think I want to be up there in your front rank? Oh, come
on, of course you do.
Thank you, darling.
Darling, you do know that I find Oliver physically repellent, don't you?
Yes, of course I do. So do I.
Mostly.
Oh, he's bending over so far backwards, he's in danger of slipping a disc.
With me, he's sarcastic, overworked, tired. With you, he's all
eager charms, making me nervous.
Well, I've made a novel suggestion, that's all.
Maggie, art thieves are no different from any other thieves. They're not
connoisseurs or collectors. They're violent lowlifes.
I can handle violent lowlifes. I mean, I was married to one.
He never killed anyone.
Not that we know.
Maggie, this is my world. I'm serious about it.
I know.
I know you look at my house and my job and you think I've got it made, but I've
worked hard for everything I've got.
I mean, this sale in New York will be taken by Henry Fellows.
He's got a title, a country pile, a network of grand relations, and he's 32.
I'm 40 and a schoolmaster's daughter. I wait in line.
42?
Excuse me, when I was in New York, I was finished.
If Feb hadn't come to get me, I would be dead by now.
His father gave me a home where no one else would have me, including you, and I
don't blame you because I was low -life scum.
But Charles took me in.
He died in my arms, Susie.
I pray for the first time since school.
But it was too late.
Well, it's not too late for Seb. I owe him.
I have to help him.
I know you do.
Seb?
You still there?
Yeah. I found a projector in some cine film.
The thumb that he took during the war.
Vast depository of hidden arts. That's the way to avoid Nazi looting.
What?
It seems that Charles was in Italy during the war.
Part of a group who tried to stop the destruction of historic buildings.
Works of art.
That's Admet Kousa then.
There's loads of letters and diaries, too. I'm wading my way through them.
Seb, shall I come home?
Oh, no.
Contessa is going to get the painting back.
I'm going to try.
There's other film, too.
Film of the family.
You know, we went to the same hotel in Port Salon every year.
Ballymustucker Bay.
I don't know why.
Every year we had races along the beach.
One year I beat him and we stopped racing.
Seb, you alright?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Doors are locked.
Childhood pistol is in my pocket.
Okay, well, phone me any time.
Good night.
Ah.
Gitanas, one o 'clock.
Look the business.
Help yourself to anything you need.
Though not perhaps the stereo speakers this time.
Now he walks, the way he talks.
The years go by and we are just getting older.
What does it prove, the way he moves?
The years go by and we are just getting older.
I told you, Oliver, she's always late. Always.
Waiter, wait.
I'll have to go. We haven't had your lunch yet.
Well, I've had four chunks of bread and half a pound of olives.
Countess.
What do you think?
I think I've got to go.
Yes.
I'll have an arugula and parmesan salad, please.
Cartier?
If you look closely, you can see it says fartier.
Ten quid.
You look great.
Well done.
Your London apartment?
It's not made for ever. It's only a three -quick taxi ride away. Whose is
Oh, it's an old school chum of mine. He's been away for three years. He's
in Japan.
He's never even lived in it.
Oh.
I see.
No, you don't.
It's strictly business.
Yes, I'll take it.
Mind the carpet.
No smoking.
The Assyrian general's holophony is at last laid siege to the Israelite town of
the Sulim.
The inhabitants were on the point of surrender when Judas, a rich widow,
volunteered to save them.
She dressed in her finest clothes and jewellery and went to the enemy camp.
Smitten by her beauty, Holophanes invites Judith to dine with him.
She goes to his tent.
He wants her desperately, but he's drunk more wine than he's ever drunk in his
life, so he falls asleep instead.
Here he is, stretched out on his bed.
Judas stands over him, weeping.
O Lord, God of Israel, give me strength and look in this hour upon the work of
my hands.
She takes his sword, holds him fast by the hair of the head, and strikes.
Gives the head to her maid, places it in her food bag, and together they leave
the camp.
The Syrians are easily defeated.
There were many followers of Caravaggio, but only one was a woman.
Artemisia Gentileschi.
Artemisia Gentileschi was herself raped by two men, Agostino Tatti and Cosimo
Corley. She was 19.
Her reputation was destroyed. She was left with nothing but her talent as a
painter.
So...
Is it because it terrifies men?
She's a fully sexed, mature woman who is neither Madonna nor whore.
Temptress becomes executioner.
Bearer of life becomes the taker of life.
Beauty made captive his soul.
The sword passed through his neck.
The attribution to Anteveduto Grammatica was made by Professor Julina Ferrari in
1921, but Professor Ferrari is no longer considered reliable and local.
An engraving made by Marco Lastri of a Judith Slaying Holophanies by Artemisia
Gentileschi. It is neither the Uffizi Judith nor the Naples Judith. It is a
Cree Judith.
Do I go to New York?
I want it back.
Love the way you play.
Love the sound you make.
You used to play from the heart.
Now you're sold out.
So how does it feel, baby, now that you've money to save?
You change the way you talk.
I've got you a catalogue, and I've reserved you a seat.
You should get along to view this afternoon.
Right, lot 35.
A panoramic landscape by Philip de Kearney.
You can bid up to $1 ,500 ,000 for this one.
Wait a second.
You've got to have some sort of code.
You can't simply put your bid in your catalogue.
Why?
Well, think of it like a poker game. Keep your cards close to your chest.
Now, that's what I'm authorized to bid. If you go over by even a single dollar,
my buyer is not obliged to pay, and I will disembowel myself on the auction
floor. D 'accord, Jacques.
Naturalamente.
Lot 41.
41, 41.
Countess of Sussex?
This is for me.
Bellamy's clearly don't think it's sufficiently distinguished to be by Van
I'm not so sure.
It's quite badly obscured by the shite of ages, but the overpainting in these
areas is relatively recent. That could be to hide damage, or it could be that
something rather tasty lurks beneath.
It could be seen to check the back of the canvas. It's been reliant, not
for a painting of this age.
A bit up to 10 ,000.
Now 11.
13. 11.
Not 80.
The Goya.
Bullfight.
Ooh, charming.
You can bid up to 3 ,800 ,000. That's 3 ,800 ,000 US dollars.
Yes!
What do you get out of all this? 1%, about 25 ,000 pounds if we get it,
if we don't.
Daylight robbery.
Not at all. Money for years of education and experience.
OK, register at the desk when you arrive. The sale starts at 10 .15.
Do not be late.
Don't look round.
Everything's serious, unostentatious.
We'll meet up at the end to organise payments.
Questions?
Nope.
Sure, it's beautiful.
Goodbye.
Thank you very much
Do you
like
this painting?
Do you find that strange?
Will you be attending the sale?
Yes, I think so.
Thank you.
Thank you.
This was for a friend.
Holly?
Holly?
Holly?
Holly?
Where am I?
Uptown.
Uptown.
Oh. Oh, Christ.
No.
No. Please.
No.
No.
Countess, his wrench.
It's a long story.
I've got to go.
Thanks for having me.
Twice.
820 on the telephone again against the room at $820 ,000.
On the telephone at 850 at the back.
870 ,000 on my left.
900 ,000 at the back.
920 ,000 on the telephone. Susie's bid at $920 ,000 going on.
Selling at $920 ,000.
Lot 41.
Studio of Sir Anthony Van Dyke.
I'm opening the bidding at $5 ,000.
$5 ,000.
$5 ,500.
$6 ,000. $6 ,500.
On my left at $6 ,500, any advance?
$7 ,000.
$7 ,000.
$7 ,000. Any advance?
Selling then at $7 ,000.
At $7 ,000.
7 ,500.
With you, madam, at 7 ,500. On my right, at 7 ,500.
8 ,000. 8 ,500.
9 ,000. 9 ,500.
10 ,000.
10 ,500.
11 ,000.
With you, sir, at 11 ,000 dollars.
11 ,500, madam.
With you, madam, at 11 ,500.
12 ,000. 13 ,000. 14 ,000. 15 ,000. 16 ,000.
$17 ,000.
$18 ,000.
$19 ,000. I bid $20 ,000.
$20 ,000.
$21 ,000.
$22 ,000. $23 ,000. $24 ,000. $25 ,000. $30 ,000. Do I have 30?
$30 ,000 against you, sir, at $30 ,000. Going on.
$35 ,000. Do I hear $40 ,000?
This bid is with you, sir, at $35 ,000.
Madam. Going on?
Sure.
All done, then, at $35 ,000.
Selling at $35 ,000. Selling on my left at $35 ,000. $40 ,000.
Any more?
Sure.
Selling at $40 ,000. $40 ,000.
Madam, 261.
Lot 42.
Unattributed Venetian waterscape. Opening the bidding at $3 ,000.
$3 ,000.
3 ,500.
4 ,000.
4 ,500.
It was mine. The $7 ,000 on
this stupid cow bits against me. I'm a very incontinent. Does she think she's
lying? This was your idea, Oliver.
Thank you for your support.
If she goes over on the Goya, I'm finished. Seriously, I'm dead. Dead in
water. Finished as a dealer.
We've got to stop her bidding.
How? I don't know.
Exactly.
$2 ,500 ,000 on the telephone, $2 .5 million against the room. At $2 .5
do I hear $2 .6?
Thank you, sir. $2 ,600 ,000 at the back. $2 ,700 ,000 on my left.
$2 ,800 ,000.
$3 million on the telephone.
$3 million on the telephone against the room at $3 million.
New bidder at $3 .2 million on my left.
$3 .4 million on my right.
3 .6 million. Any more? 3 .7. 3 .8. I'm asking for 3 .8.
Against you, sir, at 3 .8 million.
Do I have four?
Sure?
Four. Four million dollars.
Selling, then, at 3 ,800 ,000 dollars, 3 ,800 ,000... Madam,
261?
Two fix one.
Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes our tale for today. Thank you all very much
indeed.
Hello
again.
Magdalena Krasinska.
Robert Tassin.
Congratulations.
Shall we meet for lunch?
That would be very nice.
I think it's rather an interesting piece. Should clean up quite nicely.
What are you talking about? What are you talking about? You know nothing about
dogs.
I don't think it's significant that Roberto Tassi was bidding for it. Tassi
bidding for the pleasure of seeing Countess Polska make an asswipe of
Excuse me. Countess Polska did actually get you a Goya.
$40 ,000 for a huge old mug.
I'm having lunch.
Who are we, a jockey or a games bro?
Roberto Tassi.
What? Maggie, I don't think that's a very good idea. Tassi is the New York
dealer. He knows everything about everything.
That's why I'm having lunch with him. Could somebody do me a favour, please?
So he can spread the word. What was that fake? He'll start you in two minutes.
Don't assume that you know the Countess of Southwark. She's 5 ,000. I think you
don't know anything about Van Dyck.
Yes, I do.
I thought he was very good in Mary Poppins.
Maggie!
Don't worry, darling. Everything will be fine.
You know, the Italian dealers already have a name for you.
La Pittura.
Then they are very foolish.
They are just curious.
No one knows who you are, where you've been until now.
In Poland, perhaps?
Not so much.
I've been to Inquisitive.
Was it good for you, the sale?
Yes, quite good.
I didn't think you would bid so much.
I thought I would win the Countess.
But you lost.
I regret that.
Once I brought some tomato seeds from Italy.
Planted them here in New York.
And did they grow?
Yes, they looked beautiful, but they had no flavor.
I should have brought some Vesuvian soil as well.
Sometimes things are not what they seem.
I'll give you $100 ,000 for the counters.
Thank you, but no.
$150 ,000.
You know, I was brought up to believe that it was very vulgar to talk of money
in public.
Yes, it is.
So, I will take the Countess back to London and I will have her cleaned.
Most of the good places have gone.
Except this one.
You will not find better food here in New York.
Signor Scardone.
Flying fish.
Hello? Maggie.
Seb, you all right?
No. I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where have you been?
What's the matter?
The dog is dead.
Oh, Seb.
She disappeared yesterday.
I found her down near the lodge.
Oh, darling. Well, she was old, I suppose.
No.
It was lonely.
Oh, God.
I'm coming home today.
To Ireland?
No, to London.
You come to London.
I'll look after you.
Shall I? Yes.
Come to London.
Oh, sorry, I'm so tired.
I'll tell him you paid for it in New York.
Oh, I'll tell him you paid so much for it, we can't afford you a story.
Yeah, well... It
was catalogued at the studio of Van
Dyck. You can't take things differently.
This whole area here has been overpainted, probably earlier this
Maybe to make her thinner.
This area here, which is by a different hand, this could be as early as the 17th
century.
Shall I do a test?
Absolutely.
Is your father in? He's upstairs.
Mr. Bentham.
My father's Mr. Bentham.
I'm Jeff.
Jeff.
My speciality are the Neapolitan Sessiento paintings, particularly the
Antividuta Grammatica.
Each to his own?
Excuse me?
I prefer landscapes.
Something watery.
Cows in a water meadow.
Yes.
Interested in acquiring the Glenn Gray painting?
I understand it is in London and it is for sale.
I was rather hoping that you might help me acquire it.
Here. Take a look.
I'll see what I can do.
Did he buy it?
Yes, I think so.
So what happens now?
Wait.
night there.
I can't be here.
I can't be sitting with you, you know. That would ruin everything.
Oh, yeah.
Why don't you stay with Oliver and Susie? You know they'd love to have you.
Okay.
Do you have any money?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Do you want me to call Susie for you? No.
I'm all right.
Call me in the morning.
Bye.
Great to see you, sir.
Finally become the snob you always wanted to be?
A robot is just a robot.
You don't know them.
You haven't worked with them.
They're a cleaner, better breed than we are.
Excuse me?
My robot.
On the earth is ruled by master machine.
And robots are more human than mankind.
I just picked this up this afternoon at one of those second -hand bookshops.
You know it?
No. I was just reading the back cover.
Hello?
Yes, this is Magdalena Krasinska.
Ah, yes, yes, yes, I can.
Where?
And what time?
I'll be there.
No, that is too much.
No, I will pay you 250 up front and then 250 if he shows.
Yes, yes, I will see you there.
Thank you.
Oliver, it's Maggie.
Jeff Bentham's come through with a meeting.
It's at the Marquess in Shepherd's Bush.
But there's no time now, Oliver.
No, no, I'm on my way there now.
It's worked, Ollie.
I'm going to get the painting.
No, don't, don't.
Who's that?
Oliver, what's going on?
Hello.
What?
Vodka. You have vodka?
Yes.
Is it cold?
No. We have ice.
Nothing, you think? No, I don't think so.
Minicab for Krasinska.
Yes.
Hang on to her.
Closed. I... Except for the woman that was here.
We're closed.
Where is she, please? Let go of my arm. Where is she? Let go of my arm, or I'll
break your friggin' neck.
Where is she?
Up on the left.
That's where I was told.
I can take you home if you like.
No. Now, how much do I owe you?
It's already been sorted.
Magdalena Crescent.
in here
If I feel your touch, if I feel your touch in the
night.
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