Eadweard Page #3

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No, what is your name?

Mary.

Mary.

Mary is our next series. She's a bit

taller than what we've set up for.

- Adjust the levels. What's the lens at?

- 85. - Bring it down to 75.

- Are you ready with the watch?

- Yes.

Right. Mary.

Tall.

About...

I'm 20.

Correction, 20.

And, uh, petite or medium build?

Petite. There's a cloud!

We have to go.

- Petite.

- What would you like?

Woman jumping over the stool.

Are you ready?

Grand.

Perfect.

Go.

Perfect.

The theatre.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Where are you coming from, Harry?

- California.

What, for the rush?

For the gold rush?

No, I went for the adventure.

I missed all the gold.

Look at all these bloody

things that we do, huh?

Every moment.

Yes,

and we're never truly still.

Think about it.

I'm asking you.

Even at rest, we're constantly moving,

until we die.

So are you dissecting life?

The movement that makes up life.

We're taught to love pretty things

like flowers and sunsets,

and have forgotten the beauty

in pouring a cup of tea, or...

The poetry in lifting an umbrella,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I want to create something

that's never been seen before.

These have a life hereafter.

They are my children.

They are forever.

What else is there,

after you die?

That's fascinating.

That is fascinating.

I'm writing that words for words.

Oh, you've not written a word.

I write the ones I remember.

I'm keen to be in one of your studies.

Could I volunteer?

What can you do?

I can fence.

Fence?

Fence.

Is that a challenge?

Well, that depends

if you're going to let me volunteer.

All right.

Flora?

I came to model.

Flora...

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

Like that.

With all that judgment.

I'm your... I'm your wife.

I'm your wife.

Stop it, Flora.

Did you walk here? That's five miles,

Flora. What were you thinking?

No, don't touch me.

- Flora, this is not you.

- No, stop it...

This isn't you...

stop. Stop!

Eadweard...

No!

No! No...

No. No...

No! Stop it!

Stop it. Stop it...

Stop it.

Shh...

Flora.

My Flora...

Sir?

Sir...

I can't.

Sir, next model's refusing to come out.

Did he say why?

He insists on speaking with you

right now.

Well, he's going to have to wait.

I need to take Flora home.

I'm headed back into town.

I could see her home safe.

- That wouldn't trouble you?

- No trouble at all.

Much obliged.

We're going to lose our light, sir.

Sir?

Yes...

Where is he?

Around back.

There's no way that watch can be right.

No, maybe not.

Here, this is more like it.

That doesn't change the

fact that it's very late.

Shh...

Well, you owe Mr. Larkyns some gratitude.

Oh, do I?

We waited for you here,

but Mr. Larkyns had to review a play,

so I insisted he escort me

to the theatre tonight.

- It was a dreadful show, wasn't it?

- Do you know what time it is?

I do because I just asked.

- It's a quarter of midnight.

- No, it's 2:
30.

Not according to his watch.

Good night, Harry.

I'm very sorry for your troubles.

Oh, no trouble, really.

It is a dreadful timepiece, she's right.

I'm afraid the Americans

haven't figured out how to...

I'd never wish to be the cause

of such a misunderstanding

between a husband and his wife, Eadweard,

so, with all due respect,

I'm going to take my leave now.

My watch?

You know what, Eadweard, you keep it.

A gift.

A gentleman's understanding.

I do fear it's broken, though.

I'm quite certain there's no way it can be before midnight.

A watch can be repaired.

Indeed.

So, you'll just walk,

meet, and partially turn.

All right.

Okay, follow me.

Stand right here...

And we'll have you here.

Fine.

Just a moment.

Go.

Complete.

We are going to reset!

Let's get number 74 and 75 back here!

Put the cameras back on their marks!

- It's fine, sir, we've got it...

- We didn't get it!

I can't see their actions, their movements!

You should tell the subjects that.

It means...

I can't see the movement of the legs,

the waist, the bodies!

I can't see the motion with their dresses

and layers and skirts in the way!

Well, how do you expect

ladies to be dress?

How do you expect animals to be dressed?

- People aren't animals.

- What are we, then?

Fine.

74 and 75!

What do you mean, naked?

- Yes. For the study of the movement.

- No. No.

From this moment forward,

we only photograph nude subjects!

Hold on a second.

Naked studies?

In front of the camera,

there is only action.

That will discredit all of our work.

An action of naked women?

And of men, too?

This is science!

Yes, agreed.

Well, if you think we're just going to

help you photograph erotic photos...

I am an honest man.

Don't be so ignorant, Bell.

And you, Rondinella?

Tadd, they'll kick us out.

Damn all of you.

- Any luck?

- None.

Eadweard, there ain't no goddamn way

I'm going out there... Like this.

What is your concern?

It's a diaper.

It's a goddamn diaper.

It's a pelvis cloth.

It's called a pelvis cloth.

I look like a straight ol' dick.

Well...

We need to see the body.

You got any idea what'll happen

if I wore a diaper while I worked?

Hot metal, Eadweard.

I work with hot metal.

Let me speak plainly to you.

These photographs will be seen by

the world, scientists, doctors,

dancers, artists,

detectives...

Some goddamn artist's

gonna paint a picture,

and everybody gonna be wearing diapers?

Well, I sincerely doubt it,

but they will have an

excellent example of form,

an exquisite specimen, if I may,

of a strong, masterful blacksmith.

Shall we, then?

It's a goddamn diaper, Eadweard.

Only if you fill it with sh*t.

Dammit.

- Are we ready?

- Ready.

Electrics.

Sir, we're losing the light.

Will this work?

Hurry!

Go.

Go!

Action!

Do your action!

Do it!

- Did we get the series?

- We got it.

Thank you.

You can go.

Eadweard, I heard you've been shut down.

No, no, we're just... We're running a

little short on volunteers at the studio.

Uninhibited women. I think that's

what you're asking for, right?

Listen, I'm not looking for...

I need to see the movement, Thomas.

I need to see...

- I can pay. - No, this is

not a brothel, Eadweard.

The women and men are here for the art,

for the thrill.

And I just have to say,

my lord, you are in incredible shape.

Do you mind if I...

stop it.

I beg your pardon,

but I am a tremendous connoisseur

of the human body.

Look, I'm fairly certain

I can persuade them,

and I will send you some models

on the condition that

I can model for you.

- All right then. - And perhaps you can

model for me sometime? - Like this?

- Very nice. Okay, hold that.

- Eadweard?

- Flora...- Eadweard...

- What are you doing?

- All right, all right.

- Muybridge!

Flora!

His models aren't as refined as you.

You're decent!

- Spontaneous! Feminine!

- You see me that way, they don't.

I hate refined! I don't want

them to look at you that way.

It's indecent.

That's you. That's your mind.

In my mind, I'm not being indecent.

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