Camille Claudel Page #4

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She has the talent of a man.

She's a witch.

It's magnificent.

A premonition.

That's how I'll look

in ten years.

It's magnificent.

Something has happened...

Something's wrong.

Where were you, my love?

Choose, Rodin.

Your wife, or me.

Rose is not my wife.

What's wrong with you?

Jealous of an old attachment?

It's not like you and me.

You and I are freaks of nature.

We're the same breed.

You're dreaming, Rodin.

An idyllic

romance in a castle...

We're two ghosts in a wasteland.

What are you talking about?

With you...

...l want peace...

oblivion...work...

Will you leave her?

If only I could, Camille.

If only I could.

Leave her, I beg you.

Leave her.

I'm the one you love.

Tell me I'm the one you love.

You love me!

Do you? You love me!

Don't let the worst

happen to us. Please.

There are

different ways of loving.

What do you want me to do?

Fire her, like a maid?

I'll speak to her.

Give me time.

Give me time to prepare her.

I'm all she has.

She's the one you love.

It's her.

Rose is ill, you hear?

She's ill.

I thought you were different.

I'm leaving.

Tomorrow I'll send for

my things and my pay.

You tyrant!

I worked hard for you.

Now I'll work for myself.

All right, let's go.

You move in

and go through my things.

You believe in God?

If you think I like

being with Catholics!

Did you convert?

Have you gone crazy?

No. I found faith.

Why did you hide it

all this time?

If you think I haven't been

worrying what Papa would say!

"Another of my son's whims!"

I was in agony.

You would all have laughed.

Remember, the whole family

obeyed you...

...when you announced

we should stop attending mass.

That's not your only reason

for not telling us...

...not the only reason.

I want to write.

I want to be successful.

It won't be easy...

...to be a Catholic, a poet

and a diplomat, all at one time.

You can laugh if you like!

But the man with no faith...

...will never be a great artist.

God exists.

He saved me from despair...

...and I need Him to be myself.

I'll be who I am

without any help.

I've prayed for you

all year long.

I had an abortion, Paul.

An abortion!

My poor Camille...

Are you going to leave him?

Let me stay here a while.

I won't bother you.

I don't want to go back home.

I promise...

...l won't see him again.

Hail Mary, full of Grace

Blessed art Thou among women.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners...

That's her body.

I hear the Claudel girl makes

the hands and feet of his statues.

Love has

given the old man wings.

A card, sir.

CAMILLE CLAUDEL:

SCULPTOR:

Where's the beautiful girl?

You have a rich imagination

and a steady hand.

I must go.

Thank you.

Eugene Blot.

Well?

Well...?

Well...

nothing but naked rumps...

I kissed Sakountala!

We all wanted to kiss her.

But I did it!

Naked rumps pointing toward

Heaven, noses in the sand.

I know you heard

horrible things.

Kiss me.

No comment.

Let's be clear:
I do the business,

you do the sculpting.

I'm sure I can sell

both of these in bronze.

I'll make the sales, take

my percentage--and we're even.

Of course,

you get the first bronzes.

Take this advance.

You need it.

Thank you.

Thank you, Monsieur Blot.

There might be

an official order for you.

Do you hear?

At least,

go and see Morhardt.

Forgive me.

Open the door! Camille!

Bundle up, Paul.

It's very cold in America.

And watch out in the streets.

They have gangsters.

Savages...cowboys...

Good luck, Paul.

God bless you. God keep you.

Assert yourself!

I'll miss you.

I'll try to do well, too.

You'll be proud of me.

Write to me.

We'll be like we used to be.

Like before!

Your brother's been sent

to New York.

We have decided

to give you your dowry.

You've dipped into it

considerably. But, still...

At last we're leaving Paris

after those years of hard work...

...that poisoned

our tranquility.

If you really need to,

come with us to Villeneuve.

There's no shame.

Many unmarried girls do it.

Do you think she'd agree?

She's a considerable sculptor

and...

Is she really

working on her own now?

I showed her where to find gold,

but the gold she finds is hers.

I'd like to interview her.

I'm not very cheerful.

I've become a stranger

to myself.

There's always

something missing.

Your voice

has changed the most.

Nothing that's monstrous

is foreign to me.

You, at least, are used to it.

All your intrigues...

You can't deny it.

You can be so nasty at times.

I find that you're not well.

Your "Balzac" is a noble idea,

Auguste Rodin.

That's not the general opinion.

That statue has made me

the laughing stock of Paris.

My Balzac!

I'll end up

putting it in my garden!

Why don't you touch me?

No. Let me discover

your work, will you?

Why? Are you afraid

I've surpassed you?

No, no. Copied me, perhaps.

Calm down...

They say you're not well...

But when I see

the amount of work!

Won't you look?

No, I'd rather feel it first.

With your courage...

your colossal willpower...

You make me want to scream.

I feel like I've

brought home a bailiff.

No. You can't...

You can't...

I told you the trouble I've had

over "Balzac."

If you complete this one,

there'll be more scandal.

How can you reduce...

...what we shared

to that image?

You show me as a spineless puppet

torn apart by two women.

That's a vile caricature!

What do you want?

I want you to do

what I tell you to do!

Exactly!

Not do what I'm doing?

I've earned the right

to do my own work.

If it means ridiculing me,

destroying me...

...then you must give it up.

Submit all your ideas to me.

Don't compare yourself

to me!

What?

Never!

You're a third-rate sculptor.

Then why attack me

so violently?

Everything comes from me,

nothing from you.

You struggle too much

for your work.

It speaks for itself.

Why are you jealous?

- Jealous?

- Yes.

Jealous, me?

I make sculptures of life,

not death!

You despise life.

You search for pain.

You get drunk on pain.

And you create pain.

You portray yourself

as a victim.

A martyr.

But you're the one who left me.

It was impossible

to live with you!

Listen, Camille.

The work we did together

was good.

I always treated you

as an equal.

All the work I did for you

was good!

"Miss Claudel, Rodin's pupil!"

"She picks up Rodin's scraps..."

"and crams them into her sculptures!"

You allowed them to say it!

Oh, God!

You're my worst enemy...

...l've just realized.

You stole it all!

My youth, my work! Everything!

I've ruined your life?

I wish I'd never met you!

I'd rather be in an asylum!

That's where you'd like to put me!

You're completely drunk!

Completely drunk.

You've started drinking.

Everyone says so.

If I didn't drink...

they'd all know

you put me in this state.

So let them think I'm

in this state because I drink!

I'm a well-known professional

sculptor. I'm backing you.

I know the fools are

against you.

What do you mean, professional?

Do you mean

running three studios at once?

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