In case you needed access for further inspections.
When you come in, slam the door. Otherwise she'll get scared and panic.
I'm going off my head trying to work out
the alignment of these devices.
I'm just trying to figure out which one fitted into which.
That can't be easy.
But not impossible.
You know, gear boxes are like people.
If they've been together long enough,
then eventually they take on each other's forms.
So you believe time can make any kind of cohabitation possible.
You've reminded me of a friend of mine who met a much younger girl.
She was afflicted with agoraphobia.
What's that fear of open spaces and distances?
Exactly. She lived for years locked up in an apartment, on her own.
Recently she gave him the keys to her house
and ever since he's
been in a state of
Yeah well, what did I tell you?
Now he's gonna be constantly worried about her.
He's gonna be thinking what does she need?
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Shampoo, medicine, tights, yogurt...
now it's beautiful, isn't it?
I'm not so sure.
Well, tell your friend to stay calm
'cos time is already working on their gear boxes.
There you are, Mr. Oldman.
Are you angry with me?
Why should I be?
What I said about your hair.
Not at all.
I was just calling to ask if you wish
the sale of the furniture
to be identified by your family name
or do you prefer anonimity?
This time I did see you.
Oh, I don't generally give interviews but I was forced to.
You're more intriguing this way.
You'll be a great success with the ladies.
So we go to lot 132. Gustave Red: "Portrait of a Woman with a Hat".
1956, oil on canvas 80 by 100 centimetres.
This one goes to the best offer. Ten thousand pounds.
Fred! Any news from Miss lbbetson? She hasn't answered the phone in days.
It's been a while since I heard from her too.
I've been in bed all week with pneumonia.
Who's been bringing her things to eat?
Miss lbbetson... answer me!
Claire! Are you all right?
不 - 克蕾儿 是我
Please, no! - It's me, Claire!
滚出去 - 是我 欧德曼先生
Get out - It's me. Mr. Oldman
滚 - 听我说 我是欧德曼
Go away! - Listen to me, it's Mr. Oldman!
滚 - 这里没有别人
Get out! - There's nobody else here.
Claire? What's wrong? Tell me what happened?
I wasn't well...
I didn't know who to call...
Then I fell...
I fell and I hit my head...
克蕾儿 开门 你得去看医生
Claire, open the door! You need to see a doctor!
Leave me alone! Please, no! Please, no!
Can you fix a broken auctioneer as well?
I wouldn't know where to begin.
It's good to see you again Mr. Oldman.
You seem more preoccupied than usual.
Too many woodworms and spiderwebs and too few masterpieces.
Can we put it that way?
How's our toy coming along?
I've managed to put some sections back together...
but I mean, there are still... still too many pieces missing
the entire exterior.
We still can't establish what kind of character he is.
Like that friend of mine and his girl in the tower.
Well, maybe. But we've never seen our android.
We're still groping around in the dark.
So is he.
He speaks to her but through a closed door.
A closed door?
If there's anybody moving about in the house
she barricades herself in her room.
You mean he's never seen her face?
Not only him, no one has.
It's a bit like when two young people meet on the internet, isn't it?
First they get to know each other and then they reveal themselves.
But she won't reveal herself.
Maybe that's because he hasn't got a good strategy.
So it's more difficult for my friend to succeed in his enterprise
than for us to reconstruct the Vaucanson automaton?
Depends on the number of rusty pieces
you're able to bring me.
here's one more.
It's a mobile phone.
This is brand new.
I'm the one that's rusty because I don't know how to use it.
Do you think you could you teach me before your girlfriend gets here?
Good evening, Mr. Oldman. It's Claire lbbetson.
Am I disturbing you? Is it late?
No, not at all, Miss lbbetson.
I told you, from now on you can call me any time you like.
I wanted to thank you for...
No need. All that's important is that you're feeling better now.
Yes, it was just a small cut on the head. I'm much better.
I wanted to tell you that I've looked over the inventory.
Oh, what do you think?
You've done a great job really you have
but I'm troubled by so many doubts.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea to sell.
What would you advise?
I couldn't say I don't know what your plans are.
Why did you decide to sell in the first place? Out of necessity?
In order to start life afresh or some other reason?
All of the above, I suppose. I'd even sell the house.
It's too big for me now.
Sometimes I feel as though I were in a public square.
I'd like something smaller.
But the idea of having to leave here
and go somewhere else fills me with dread.