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Do you have the painting?

I stole the van.

It was in the back.

My only concern is that we do business properly.

Now tell me, is the painting here?

No. No.

Then you are wasting my time. Well, it's not far from here. We can go and get

it.

Mr...

Mr. Bryant, before we take another step together, you must prove to me that the

painting is in your possession.

How?

You place a newspaper next to the painting with the front page and the

clearly displayed. We'll then take a photograph of the painting and the

newspaper together.

You will send the photograph to this address.

Fifty grand.

Two grand or I'll burn the painting.

Prove to me that you have the picture, then we will discuss the price.

W .A .K.

Please.

Think you're so clever, don't you?

Think you're so beaten up?

Everything's all right.

Don't be afraid. I'll show you the way out. Follow me.

Hello?

Look,

we're on our way.

Where are we on our way to?

Oh.

No, I... I don't know.

So bloody selfish.

Never have a thought for anyone else.

I mean, where are they to send these photographs to?

What do you mean?

I mean, what address have you given them?

Well, not here, if that's what you're worried about.

You haven't given them yours.

You know, Susie, you always say that.

Whenever I try and do something, you call me selfish.

I'm nearly 50 years old and what have I got for all these years and years and

years of selfishness? Apart from a great many engagement rings.

Most of those went down some bloody drain. Yeah, along with mothers.

I've got no career, I've got no money, I've got no home, I've got no family.

Well, that's your choice.

You choose not to work and you are so bourgeois. It's just your choice. And

you're turning into your father, you're middle class and boring. That man

brought you up, Maggie. It doesn't make him any less middle class or boring,

does it?

You've always, always, always got people running around and doing things for

you, and now you've got Oliver eating out of the palm of your hand.

Now, there's a horrible thought. Thank you.

Anyway, don't hear Oliver complaining.

I can't get a bloody word in.

You want to complain, Oliver?

Well, go ahead, honey. Now's your chance.

Complain.

I haven't got anything to say.

No, not.

Oliver, call me a cab, would you?

I'll take you home.

What is it?

One of them took my cigarette case. Oh, Maggie.

It's all right.

It's all right. It doesn't matter.

It's unimportant.

Let

me

know if Seb calls.

Yeah. I expect he's gone to a hotel somewhere.

All right.

All right.

I'm very intrigued to know what you will discover.

Is she real?

Or is she a fake?

I shall be in London for the sale of old masters next week.

Will I see you there?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Will you have him, Sebastian?

No.

I have some news.

You know you're not supposed to be here.

Yeah, but I really do have some news.

Look, I went to get Bentham this morning to tear him off a strip about last

night. Oh, fearless one.

He showed me the Countess of Sussex.

He discovered a collector's mark on the bottom right -hand corner. Not just any

collector's mark, either.

The style of the inscription suggests the collection of Philip Lord Wharton.

who once owned 22 portraits by Van Dyke, including the long -lost Countess of

Sussex. Oh, Jesus, I've had my moment for nothing!

You're brilliant!

You know, I thought in New York I was an asswipe.

Oh, no, I was overawed.

Forgive me. You know, Robert Tati has offered me $150 ,000 for that painting.

Christ! You don't tell me that. I said we'd discuss it. He'll be in London next

week. Listen, whatever we get for it, I want to make sure that Sebastian's debt

is paid.

Anything above and beyond that is yours. Don't want a penny. I just want to pay

what's their bonus.

No, I don't think that's fair.

Oliver. I don't think we should split it 50 -50.

That way you get enough money to buy back the Glen Creek painting as well.

Hello?

What is it what's the matter?

He's still in surgery. Oh, God.

How did they find him?

Well, the police here, they've had an anonymous phone call from someone.

Where were you when I called?

Huh? I thought you'd given up smoking.

I thought you'd given up sleeping around.

I was with Maggie.

He owes money to a man called Michael Longley in Dublin. He's a very dangerous

man.

They're gambling debts.

He must have someone in the room with him 24 hours a day. Talk to a detective

Dublin called Fagan, D .S. Fagan.

He needs protection.

Look, I know one of your boys killed Sir Charles Stafford.

I know you were behind the attack on Sebastian Stafford.

You're not going to say anything, are you?

You're just going to sit there like the lump of shite you are.

You can see Mr. Stafford now.

Oh, Seb.

It took things from me.

It doesn't matter, darling.

No one's going to hurt you.

We should never have got involved in all this.

Sebastian will be killed if they don't get their money back.

Then we should just let the police handle it. No.

I can't.

Can't or won't?

You're performing, Maggie.

You're playing a part in it.

You can go.

Owen.

I know where you live.

You know, I was in a room like the one that Sebastian's in.

Couldn't believe I was alive.

I remember thinking, there must be some reason for this, some reason why I'm

alive.

I honestly believe that this is the reason.

This.

What I'm doing now.

Don't be scared.

If I get angry, that's all.

Won't happen again.

There's your photos.

I'll see meself out.

Look at her bracelet.

If you compare it... ...to the one worn by the

hippies, Judith... ...it's almost identical.

Is that a woman with a bow and arrows?

Diana?

Artemis. Goddess at the hunt of the moon.

Artemisia.

How is the Countess?

She's well.

The restoration work has uncovered the collector's mark.

Perhaps I should see her again.

She has put on weight.

Do you intend to let her go?

She reveals herself, and you abandon her.

What do you want, boy?

It's not enough?

The price reflects the urgency with which I need the money.

When I was young, I thought I would be an artist.

Every day, I drew and I sculpted.

All my life was painting and painting.

Other people's faces, their bodies.

I learned how to see.

I understood them, loved them.

But I could not capture them.

I liked the talent.

So now instead I buy and sell them.

Well, that...

Is it Holland?

You didn't think the William Tell outfit was a bit of a giveaway?

It was the sheepskin jacket that first attracted me to it.

Oh, God.

Don't laugh.

Oh, that is sore.

Listen, Seb.

I can't stay long. I've got to get on a plane for Dublin.

Why?

To pay off Longley.

What?

I bought a painting in New York. Well, all of it. It turned out to be quite

valuable.

I booked you into this hotel.

Blackstone Hotel.

Oliver will drive you down. You can rest up, get strong.

How will you find Longley? I don't want you in any danger.

I'll go to your dealer. Who is it?

Aidan.

I lied to you. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. It's okay.

They took things from me.

From my bag.

One of Charles' diaries.

Notes I'd made.

You know, I found some film.

Home movies?

Yeah. A film of the war.

A film of my father in surprising company.

What was the war?

A rather attractive young man.

Charles didn't buy the paintings. He was sent them by Antonio Corsa.

Now, I looked at the dates the paintings arrived, checked back through his

diaries. When Cecilia was killed in the crash, he was sent

the martyrdom of St. Cecilia.

When she was killed and he started drinking heavily, he

was sent Drunken Silenus.

The most recent was ten years ago.

Thought we were doing up the lodge for you.

The Magdalene.

The penitent Magdalene.

You wrote to Carlsson?

No reply.

If my father had a male lover...

I put myself through such agony.

Maybe you would have understood.

Thank you very much.

You lied to me, Hayden.

You supplied Sebastian Stafford with drugs and you were a part of that

That's not true.

I had nothing to do with it. The police pulled me in. They let me go. If you lie

to me one more time, I swear to you, I will have you done for dealing. I will

personally stand up in court and say you supplied me with drugs.

I helped set it up.

And that's all.

He wanted the place robbed and the canvases destroyed.

Longley went for it because it was his way of getting his money back.

He needs that money.

I had no idea they'd come that night, that it would end like that.

But no one had ever been there.

Destroy the canvases?

No, it's the deal.

Don't ask me why.

We're busy in here.

It is.

Longley's two wives found out about each other.

Come for you to return.

This is the key to locker number 18 in Dublin Station.

In that locker there is a briefcase, and in the briefcase there is £60 ,000.

I want you to give this key to Longley.

I know.

You will give that key to Longley now, and you will make absolutely sure that

understands that the money in the locker is from Sebastian Stafford in full and

final payment of all outstanding debts. You will not...

Mention me under any circumstances, don't you?

If you touch one penny of that money, I swear to you that Longley will know that

you double -crossed him.

You told me you were alone.

Aidan Finnegan was with you that night.

You fled the country.

Now, I'd like a bit of cooperation.

You can have a solicitor present if you want, but I need a statement from you

telling me everything you know.

Locker number 18 at the railway station contains £60 ,000.

Longly hired money.

Recognise him?

No.

Time for that statement.

I have photographs of the stolen cameras. I have his telephone number.

All I have to do now is set up the meeting.

You're lucky to be alive.

Your Mr. Bryant is Brian Gavin.

Know him?

No. That's Michael Longley.

You know, the fact that Gavin is touting the canvas around by himself suggests

to me that he's gone behind Longley's back, which is very foolish of him.

I've been after Michael Longley for four years.

He's a thief and a murderer. He's never been convicted of anything.

I pulled him in two days ago after that attack on Sebastian Stafford.

When he was leaving, he spoke to me for the first time ever.

He told me he knew where I lived.

That night I was in the shower.

I heard my wife screaming.

I ran downstairs.

I found her in the front room.

She'd been about to draw the curtain. She saw a man standing outside, just

staring in at her.

She was so scared.

That same night we moved her and the children to a safe house miles away from

Dublin.

I want my family back.

There's two ways we can do this.

Brian Gavin doesn't know me.

You set up that meeting in London between the three of us.

You introduced me as a dealer. No, he'd never buy that.

Or you go it alone.

Mr. Bryant, this is Magdalena Krasinska.

I have studied the photographs and I am prepared to pay you £30 ,000.

The figure is not negotiable, but you will appreciate it significantly more

you will receive from anyone else.

I will be in London tomorrow.

It's been paid.

You're in the clear.

Thank you.

Well, how is it there?

It's great.

There's the board games, telegraph crossword, but there's a good pup within

walking distance.

You mind yourself okay?

Yeah, I will.

I do love you, Seb.

Maggie, you're sure about this?

No.

But I'm going to do it anyway.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Father.

There's a telephone call for you at reception.

Magdalena Krasinska. It's brilliant.

I'm in room 305.

I want the painting where I can see it from the corridor. I will not enter the

room unless I can see the painting.

At no time will anyone come between me and the door.

Come up now.

Do not disturb.

Yeah, please.

Come on.

Yeah. I don't know where I am.

I'm Fagin. F -A -G -I -N. I'm a detective from Ireland.

No, I'm not joking.

You told the canvas?

Yeah. Do you not realize what damage you might have caused to the surface of the

painting?

Show me, Mimouni.

I want to see the canvas first.

Mimouni.

One moment.

Give me my money.

We have a deal.

You may take your money and go.

I will call for a taxi to take myself home.

I've no quarrel with you.

But keep your mouth shut and you won't come to any harm.

Thank you very much.

Delivery for Mr. Stafford.

Behind the sofa on the right -hand side.

I've just remembered.

What? Red wine.

Mr. Stafford.

I came for you.

Hello? Maggie?

Sam.

Something strange has happened.

I've been sent a drawing.

Sebastian shot with arrows.

Who sent it? No address, no postmark.

It was delivered to you?

Yes.

I think it's from Antonio Causa.

Look, someone must have read about the attack in the newspaper and sent it.

That's just some kind of sick joke.

How does he know I'm here?

I don't know.

Listen, Seb, you're fine.

Whatever it was, you're through it. It's over.

We fly from Gatwick tomorrow morning, nine o 'clock.

And we're home.

Darling, Longley's in prison.

It's just a picture.

I've seen this Saint Sebastian before.

And father's film.

I wonder if it's worth anything.

Finish your packing.

Love you. You too.

He was sent a drawing.

With Sebastian with the arrows. He thinks it was Causa.

Who the hell would do that?

And that was how he was supposed to die.

Yeah, but he didn't die, did he?

But neither did Saint Sebastian.

Saint Sebastian survived being shot by arrows, and when he reaffirmed his

he was beaten to death.

My dear Maggie, it's very beautiful here.

Very English, but very beautiful.

I love gardens.

Strangely, I feel better than I felt in age.

Oh. The phone.

Blackstone House, Caroline speaking.

How may I help you? Put me through to Sebastian Stafford's room, please.

Did you see him go out?

Yes. Then would you send someone up to his room, please?

Send someone up. Do you... Do you hear me? I want to know that someone is

going up to his room now.

How many kinds of sweet flowers grow in an English country garden?

I'll tell you now of some that I know and those I miss.

You'll surely pardon.

Dum -de -dum, dum -de -dum, dum -de -dum -de -dum -de -dum.

Gentle lupins, tall hollyhocks, roses, foxgloves, too.

They're better than none of them.

Countryside here is very different from our beloved island.

But I have found some wild thyme, rock rose and a bee orchid.

I enclose a sprig of wild thyme in honour of all our wild times.

It's okay

The police gave me this.

Bastion was writing it for you.

I didn't tell you everything about the film I found that was taken from me.

In the same garden in Italy, where the painting stood, this film of an old man.

It looks as though he's sleeping in a chair, his head on his chest.

But there's something odd about it.

As the camera moves in, it suddenly cuts as if someone had stopped the filming.

I think that Antonio Causa is the young man who was intimate with my father.

That the elderly man in the garden is Agostino Salerno, the original owner of

the paintings.

For nearly 50 years, this man, Causa, sent the canvases to maintain some sort

control over Charles.

So how did this man, Causa, know all these things?

Charles? The Irish newspapers?

Wouldn't have been so difficult to find out. So why the Judas?

Have you told the police?

Yeah, I gave the police his name.

You know, Seb had all these notes. They were taken from him when he was

attacked.

Oh, God, if only he hadn't written to them.

But that must be the reason why Charles didn't sell them, because there would

have been questions asked, wouldn't there, of where he got them from, how

acquire them?

Why would a man who spent the whole of the war trying to preserve works of art

then try and destroy them?

happened in Italy cost them both their lives.

To a fine holiday companion and map reader.

To a man with an unparalleled gift for the cello.

Violin. A man who could get notes from the violin that

only dogs could hear.

A good friend.

Yeah. A man who really, really chose his friends well.

Because she's boyfriend.

Mm -hmm.

I leave everything such as it is to Magdalene Sheridan.

She may dispose of it as she sees fit.

If the house is to be sold, I should like the family remains to be cremated

the ashes scattered to the winds as a sally gap in the Wicklow Mountains.

I should like to add that if I am reincarnated, I ask only that I am a

straight... And B, that my formal proposal of marriage be accepted.

James, you've given me a throne of some interesting stuff.

There's a house, a villa near Salerno that since the war has fallen into

complete decay.

The Fondo Perlambiente Italiano. It's like your national trust. They took it

over.

Since restoring it, they've investigated the former owner, Agostino Salerno.

They came up with some odd things.

No death certificate.

No last will or testament.

And no trace of paintings that were once part of the Salerno collection, which

included a very nice Rubens, all sold for a pittance to one Antonio Cosa.

Now they and the Italian police were intrigued to read this article in the

Times about the Glencree paintings, suggesting that Sir Charles Stafford had

acquired the paintings over a number of years from Antonio Cosa.

Their records show that Antonio Causa was reported missing, presumed dead in

1945.

At the time of his death, he was working for the Allied Forces as an interpreter

on the Monuments Operation.

Where he met Charles.

Now, according to U .S. Customs and Excise, Roberto Tassi arrived in New

1946.

Paper's perfectly in order.

Look.

Look at the significance.

Causa is Tassie. That's not at all conclusive.

Antonio Causa and Roberto Tassie are the same man.

I'm not disagreeing with you, Maggie.

That's just not sufficient proof.

Now, Robert Tassie has been under investigation for some time.

For a while now he's been suspected of dealing in the occasional stolen

painting.

U .S. Customs and Excise are keen to use anything or anyone to bring Robert

Tassie to book.

Apparently he trusts very few people.

I have to take the Judas.

Why? To bait the trap.

But we'll never get an export license.

We'll smuggle it.

Thank you.

My name is Magdalena Krajinska.

Countess Magdalena Krajinska.

You are Maggie Sheridan. I have your albums. I'm a big fan of yours.

But I'm afraid I cannot allow you into the United States. This is absurd.

I have never heard of this person.

I'm here on business. I am a dealer in Pinar.

I'm pleased for you.

But drug offenses in 1983 and 1984 mean I cannot let you in.

Okay, Jack. Leave it to me.

You made me promise to get your autograph.

The canvas will be delivered here.

It's used as a warehouse by a firm importing antiques from Eastern Europe.

As far as Roberto Tassi is concerned, you use this place when you want to

a painting into the United States illegally.

Mr. Tassi is at his gallery right now.

When you arrive at your hotel room, I want you to telephone him and arrange

dinner for tomorrow evening.

I will approach during dinner. You will then invite me to join you both.

and we'll talk.

At some point, you should say that you have a canvas that might interest us, a

canvas that you'd like us both to see, and then you'll bring us here.

Now, there are video cameras set up that'll record everything.

You and I both will be wearing a wire.

I will make you an offer on the canvas, knowing Tassie will probably improve on

it.

We must record him agreeing to purchase the Glen Cree Judith from you in the

knowledge that it is stolen.

Do you understand?

Yes. You will then excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. Beyond those doors,

you'll be met by agents.

I will then arrest Senor Tassi.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Time to make that call.

This is the Countess Krasinska. Could I speak to Roberto Tassi, please?

Magdalena, I feel so lonely in the city without you.

I'm wishing my life away.

Everything I do or think or feel is colored by you, by the memory of our

together.

It is you I have waited for all my life.

Come to New York.

Rescue me.

Save me.

He should get some sleep.

What will he be charged with?

Handling stolen goods.

Murder?

Maybe.

You know, the way to do these things is always the same.

Get the first building block in place.

Build a case.

Take it from there.

Can I come in?

Have you used one of these before?

Yes.

If you're in any kind of trouble, that's not going to help solve it.

Now, it's registered in my name, so as soon as you leave here, I'm going to

the police and say it's been stolen.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Am I going to regret this?

I don't know.

Thank you very much. Eddie?

You've got company. I'd better go.

No contest, Contessa.

She'll be here.

Where the hell have you been?

You're meeting him in half an hour.

Look, Maggie, this is not a game.

Taffy is right.

They want you to wear this.

It's a microphone.

Right, I'll go.

Just be careful.

Do you, uh, mind saying something, ma 'am?

How now, Bronco?

It's been electronically tagged.

You came.

Yeah.

I thought of you so much.

Cover the back.

I don't want you to be the guest again.

Why?

We should work together.

You know nothing about me.

You're beautiful, but you're not entirely honest.

The Countess?

She's a fake.

You didn't eat?

Why did you pay so much for her?

She brought you to me.

I have something for you.

A painting?

Show it to me.

Introduce me. Rachel.

Now.

Celtus.

Countess? Miss Edgar?

Stephen Magnuson.

We met him wrong last year. Oh, yes, yes, of course. How nice to see you

Well, will you excuse us?

Countess.

I've still got her in the bathroom.

What is it? She looks like 40 miles of bad roads.

How many facelifts has she had?

Check the toilets.

Let's not talk about hips. Just because you don't even have hips.

Excuse me. Do you mind? This is the ladies' room.

May I help you?

She stitched it. She stitched the wire.

Where'd she...

We lost them.

Maggie, what are you doing?

Artemis, goddess of the hunt.

Go in on the canvas.

If I had a painting delivered here, where would it be?

This way.

Someone?

I need a bowl and some water.

At your service, madam.

You constantly surprise me.

by Artemisia Gentileschi.

Painted when she was a girl of 18.

A girl who was being repeatedly raped.

When they tested her evidence in court, they used thumb screws on her painter's

hands. She shouted at the rapist, this is the ring and these are the promises

you gave me.

The name of the rapist was Tassie.

Your name.

The name Antonio Causa took.

Charles Stafford was the only father I ever knew.

You persecuted him. You made him live in fear.

And then you killed his only son.

What's your name?

Maggie.

Maggie Sheridan.

And you are Antonio Causa.

A murderer.

You look at me, I see the devil.

I'm not.

You judge me.

But you don't know what happened, what it was like.

My city was destroyed by bombing.

There was no water, nothing to eat.

I was fighting the Germans.

I was just a kid.

I bought food for my family on the black market by selling my body.

I met Charles.

He took me to the villa of Agostino Salerno.

I've never seen such things.

Paintings, works of art.

All for one man, Salerno.

I had to have them.

So I took him into the garden, tied him to a chair.

Until he gave me the paintings for nothing.

A few dollars.

Then threw his body onto a pile of rubble where he trotted alongside

others.

Women, children.

We?

You want to know about Charles?

What part he played?

Yes.

He helped me and said nothing.

When the army moved north, I sold my first painting.

And we traveled together.

Everywhere was in ruin.

We witnessed the destruction of Italy together.

In Florence, I lost him.

Even in love with a woman.

With Barbara.

Only Charles knew.

So I sent the Judith to Ireland.

This Judith, his wedding present.

I always knew when he would be vulnerable, when events would make him

confess.

Father wrote the death of a child.

Then I sent him the other paintings, like postcards.

Remind us of our past.

Of Salerno's agony in the garden.

Why did you kill Sebastian?

For you.

You made love to me. To Robert Darcy.

I could not let cows return.

I could not let the past destroy the only good thing that happened to me.

friend Sebastian had to die so Tassie could live.

I did it for you.

You

asked

me to save you.

No one can save you.

Who is it?

Maggie! Maggie Sheridan! Maggie Sheridan!

If I feel your touch, if I feel your touch in the

night