All language subtitles for Painted Lady Part Two

Do you have the painting?

I told 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.

50 grand.

50 grand or I'll burn the painting.

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

W .K. Please.

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

Think you're so bleeding hot?

Everything's all right.

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

Thank you very much.

Hello?

Look,

we're on our way.

Where are we on our way to?

Oh.

You all right? 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

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, it's 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.

I'll call you, honey.

Let me know if Seb calls.

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

It's all the time.

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?

AHHHHH!

What do you have from 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 see Jeff Bentham this
morning to tear him off a strip about

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.
I don't want a penny. I just want to

pay what's at Bo's.

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.

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.

It won't happen again.

There's your photos.

I'll see myself out.

Look at her bracelet.

Her parents.

The one worn by the U .P. Institute.

It's almost identical.

Is that a woman with a bow and arrows?

Diana?

Artemis. Goddess at the hunt of the
moon.

Artemisia.

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?

How fickle.

She reveals herself, and you abandon
her.

What do you want, Poirot?

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.

It's all I crave.

Big bad woman's gonna carry me to my
grave for the best time.

I've been down since I began to crawl.

If it wasn't for bad love.

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
called me in to 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.

Longly 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.

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, do
you?

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

you've 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 with 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 curtains.
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 that 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.

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.

305.

Do not disturb.

Yeah, please.

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.

Go!

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 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've felt
in ages.

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

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

They're better than none of them.

The 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 thymes.

Thank you.

The police gave me this.

Sebastian 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 per l 'Ambiente 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 signatures.

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
fine art.

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.

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.

Tassie is right.

They want you to wear this.

It's a microphone.

Right, I'll go.

Just be careful.

Do you mind saying something, ma 'am?

How now, Bronco?

It's been electronically tagged.

We'll be able to hear you and know
exactly where you are.

You came.

Yes.

I thought of you so much.

Cover the back.

I don't want you to be against me 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.

It's... Eugenie.

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.

I've still got her in the bathroom 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 to?

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.

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.

Finish it!

Maggie! Maggie Sheridan! Maggie
Sheridan!

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

night