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They're starting bids.

- There'll be higher bids later.

- Suppose there aren't!

Unlikely, but in that case,

we'll even things out.

We'll raise the margins

on other pieces.

A gamble? Where I'm the only one

that can lose?

You're trying to cheat me.

It's all to your advantage.

You're a f***ing thief!

I'm willing to resign

the commission forthwith.

Huh!

I'll have them replace all your

mediocre bric-a-brac immediately.

And do me the favour

of disappearing completely

from the face of the earth!

1984, sir.

- Hello.

- I behaved so badly.

I feel so stupid. I constantly have

to offer justifications.

I've never been given flowers

before.

I don't know what this says to me.

There's no need for this display

of anguish. I'm not angry with you.

My birthdays have always been

so horrible.

And you...

Since you came along...

...you've turned my life upside down.

The other day, I went downstairs.

I opened the main door

and looked out onto the garden.

- Did you go out?

- No.

I was afraid.

I felt terrible.

But I never even got that far before.

Do you want me to come over?

I already know it's pointless.

There are new treatments

nowadays. They might help you.

I'd rather talk to you

than to some shrink.

- Should I take that as a compliment?

- Yes.

I see you brought up

the portrait of the dancer.

- It's something I want to keep.

- No great value.

It's a portrait of my mother.

She was about my age

when she had it done.

Do you look like her?

- She was prettier, I can assure you.

- I cannot judge.

Alright, Claire. I'll go.

Don't hesitate to call

if you need anything at all.

Thank you, Mr. Oldman.

See you soon, I hope.

Hello? Oh, it's you, director.

No, I would've called you,

it's just that...

...clearing the furniture

has been complicated.

Yes. Oldman is dealing with it.

What's he like?

Not as old as you might think.

He dresses in an odd way,

but he's still a good-looking man.

I know I can trust him.

Why? Are you jealous?

In love? No, I don't think so.

He's too put off by my illness,

like everybody.

Oh no, it's nothing.

I... I hurt my foot.

Can we talk later?

Who is it?

Who's there?

No, get out!

No, please, get out!

Go away! Get out!

Get out! Please, leave me alone!

Get out!

Get out!

- Hello?

- Please, help me, please.

Calm down, Claire.

What's happened?

You have to help me!

Help me!

- I'll be there as soon as I can.

- Please.

Claire!

- It's me. I'm here. What's happened?

- There's somebody in the house!

- Please get them out!

- Calm down. There's nobody here.

- There's someone in the house!

- Calm down.

It was me before, Claire.

It was me.

It was me.

I hid in the room so I could see you.

You were spying on me?

You were spying on me?

Get out!

I want nothing more to do with you!

Get out!

Please, Virgil. Don't go.

Believe me,

I don't normally behave like this...

Neither do I.

So I'm bound to make some

mistakes...

...but nothing in the world

would make me want to hurt you.

It's just that I can't help myself.

I need to see you.

You should've seen her.

Pale, like a Durer etching.

She had the look of some creature

terrified of the universe.

And I could read my own terror

in her eyes.

Every man on earth would like to be

as terrified as you at this moment.

- You've worked a miracle.

- It's too soon to tell.

And you be careful, alright?

This is when mistakes occur.

When you think you've made it,

that is when you lose strategy.

- And what strategy would that be?

- Never stop surprising them.

Do things they couldn't have

foreseen. Take a gamble, run a risk.

You're asking me to behave

in a way that isn't me.

That's why you have to do it.

As long as you're playing

according to her rules,

you're always gonna make her

feel like... like a patient.

She needs to be treated

like a woman.

What do you think? Do you like it?

I don't know.

What do you think?

lt looks marvellous on you, Claire.

Perhaps the smaller size?

Yes. I think so too.

It's been a long time

since I got a present like this.

- Long overdue, don't you think?

- I don't know.

I'm a little,

you know, taken a back.

- I'm sorry, I can't...

- What?

Oh, certainly.

I'm sorry.

I didn't understand.

I don't honestly know

if I deserve all this.

Let me be the judge of that.

If we don't set a date

for the Stockholm auction,

they'll shoot themselves.

It's too far.

Let them shoot themselves.

We have to schedule the meeting

with the Hermitage

and the auctions in

San Francisco and Madrid.

Ditto. Too far away.

- We can't abandon them.

- There are auctioneers galore.

They'll find someone else

and it will cost them less.

As you wish.

Lambert, are you married?

Yes. Nearly 30 years.

What's it like, living with a woman?

Like taking part in an auction.

You never know if yours

will be the best offer.

- This one.

- Very well, sir.

What do you think?

Have I made myself pretty?

- Beautiful. You've done very well.

- Liar.

- Claire.

- I haven't done this for years.

I've forgotten how to do it.

I look like a monster.

Trust me. Some practice

and you'll be wonderful.

And you'll take me to

one of your auctions,

and to galas with elegant people,

and to the most refined restaurants

in the world.

That's the reason for your

presents, isn't it, Virgil?

To help me recover little by little,

and then take me out.

Isn't that right?

No!

Claire. Don't be like this.

Let's talk.

Maybe we did get the last moves

wrong. I was a bit rash.

Don't blame yourself.

It's always her who manages

to pull everything apart.

Robert. My aunt's gone missing

again.

- You're kidding.

- Pardon me.

- We found her in Central Park.

- I'm sorry, Terry.

It was no good

trying to reset this thing.

It was much more easy

just to make a new one.

This one has a much wider range.

She can go off

and you won't lose touch.

Just make sure

you reprogram the PC, okay?

I can manage that.

You're an angel.

- Thanks, darling.

- No worries.

- I'll see you tomorrow night, yeah?

- Yeah.

You need an idea that'll excite her

but at the same time reassure her.

Yes, but she'll still see through it

as some deceitful therapy.

- You should invite her to dinner.

- Yes! Noma in Copenhagen!

At the climax of the evening,

by candlelight,

tell her that she's beautiful.

And after

you'll have coffee with us?

Why not?

Joking apart, I'd be glad

if you did see her, hear her talk.

I'm sure you'd understand

far more than I.

Who said anything about joking?

129,403.

Your champagne.

- Thank you.

- Calculate this.

12,624,831.333.

Unbelievable!

You're radiant, Claire.

You did all this?

I can turn my hand

to interior decorating.

You've done a wonderful job, Virgil.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how long I've wanted

to spend time alone with you.

Somewhere quiet,

far from the madding crowd.

To your serenity, Claire.

To your irony, Virgil.

- Now I feel I can finally tell you.

- What?

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