In all honesty, no, never.
What's been good enough for you has always been good enough for me, you old misery.
What matters is that you're satisfied.
My only regret is never being able to persuade you
that my paintings are evidence of a great artistic talent.
The love of art and knowing how to hold a brush doesn't make a man an artist.
You need an inner mystery, and that my dear Billy, you've never possessed.
You're right, double wasn't enough.
In all my thirty-six years in this business...
never has anyone had the gall to keep me waiting forty minutes in the rain!
It's a disgrace an appalling display of bad manners!
Please let me explain.
I tried to call your office, but...
安静 少给我找借口 - 我试着打到办公室…
Be quiet! There is no excuse! - I tried to call your office...
Never come near me again!
Do you understand?
But nobody answered and I don't have your mobile number.
I do not possess a mobile phone!
It's the lbbetson woman on the phone.
Tell her to go to hell!
She's crying, sounds desperate.
Serves her right.
She was hit by a car as she was on her way to meet you.
So much the worse for her it's no concern of mine.
She says she was left unconscious.
She was lying in a pool of blood when the ambulance arrived.
All right, put her through.
Virgil, please forgive me.
I had no intention of being in any way disrespectful.
Nothing too serious I hope.
No, fortunately they'll let me out tomorrow.
Good, I hope you make a speedy recovery.
Would you consent to making a new appointment? Please!
All right, but I must tell you I'm sending an assistant.
I hope it's the same one I spoke to last time.
What do you mean?
Well, I can't explain it. But I understood from the outset ...
that voice could only have been yours. Mr. Oldman.
Truly surprising, wouldn't you say?
We think we'll be able to bring up the whole face,
part of her dress and the left side of the background.
but what made Mr. Oldman think that...
What period would you say it's from?
Too soon to say.
Perhaps Mr. Oldman will be able to work this out more quickly and better than us.
It's a fake.
How is that possible?
I didn't say it was ugly I said it wasn't authentic.
From an initial analysis of the pigments and wood
we thought it was pre-17th century.
Even older, if that matters.
Then it must be worth something.
It's a work by Veliante, the celebrated female forger of the 16th century.
She copied the masterpieces of her day
but she couldn't sign them because she was a woman
so she marked them with a personal code hidden in the folds of the drapery
or in the present case in the gaze of the subject...
the beam of light on the iris is nothing if not a "V"
代表薇莉安缇 这幅画值一点钱 不过
that is, Veliante. It is worth something but
nothing compared to the original.
Are you Mr. Oldman's assistant?
I'm Fred, the caretaker. Pleased to meet you.
Please come in.
And Miss lbbetson?
Miss lbbetson sends her apologies
but during the night she was running a temperature.
She should have called me
I could have spared myself another wasted trip.
Well, give her my best wishes.
Miss lbbetson asked if you would go ahead with the valuation.
She's instructed me to show you around the house.
Everything's at your disposal.
Come with me.
In fact, Miss lbbetson was hoping to meet your boss.
It doesn't matter
considering your mistress didn't show up either.
Fair enough. Anyway
us poor sods get the job done quicker.
Forgive the mess it's gone to rack and ruin.
Ever since Miss lbbetson's parents died.
Let's go UP
How long since the owners died?
By the look of the place you'd think it was centuries ago
but it's only been one year.
First Mrs. lbbetson and then scarcely forty-five days later
poor Mr. lbbetson.
You have a good look, take your time.
Just get these curtains open.
Too many windows in this room.
How many brothers and sisters does Mrs. lbbetson have?
None at all. She's an only child.
Is she married?
Has she ever been?
I don't think she even has a boyfriend.
祖父母 阿姨叔伯 堂表姻亲
Grandparents, aunts, uncles. cousins in-laws...
No. None at all.
As far as I know Miss lbbetson is on her own.
So many rooms.
You know I've never managed to count them all.
Have there been other valuations before me?
Absolutely not. Yours is the first.
Miss lbbetson is extremely fond of this house, maybe too fond.
She would have preferred to keep everything but what can you do?
The empire crumbles... a woman on her own can't cope.
Is she thinking of putting the house up for sale as well?
That I don't know. Maybe a part of it.
I don't think she'll get rid of the whole place.
What kind of work does Miss lbbetson do?
I couldn't say... I only dealt with the parents.
May I see the cellars?
it's a long way down.
I honestly don't get it.
In all the months I've known you, Robert. I've never seen you beaten.
I've watched you produce all manner of weird
and wonderful gadgets from the most unremarkable ironwork:
optical or arithmetical devices water clocks
even that hairdryer that probably dried the locks of Jules Verne's wife
but you've got nothing to say about this curious contraption?
I'm surprised that an art connoisseur like yourself could get so carried away
by a banal piece of ironwork.