Modigliani

Do you know what love is?

Real love?

Have you ever loved so deeply...

That you have condemned

yourself to eternity in hell?

I have.

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Dinner for me.

Mr. Picasso,

you haven't signed it.

l said i'm buying dinner,

not the restaurant.

Pablo, have you seen?

Competition, us?

We are all geniuses.

If Picasso doesn't enter,

i, Diego Rivera, i win it again.

- Maybe.

- l thought he was dead.

Jeanne...

What in God's name you think

you are doing?

He needs to see his daughter.

No one should see that

bastard Jew child.

You'll come home now. And,

if you don't obey this moment...

you'll leave me no alternative.

You can't let my baby

live away from me.

You are my daughter.

l can do anything.

I think we should try.

All right.

Stake.

Rare.

Good evening, everyone.

Good evening.

Tonight, l walked

across the bridge.

But there was

no bridge there.

I carried a bag

full of love...

But no one to share it with.

And then...

I thought of you.

All of you.

Love!

We don't have to look

any further.

The future of art

is in a woman's face.

Beautiful.

Pablo Picasso!

Tell me, Pablo,

how do you make love to a cube?

Hello, Pablo.

Did you miss me?

Thank you.

- Good work.

- Why do you hate me so much?

l love you, Pablo.

lt's myself l hate.

Good night.

Music.

What do you think of him?

A God.

How do we do?

Sooner or later somebody

will catch on.

Get out of that, Modigliani.

You need sun.

And let you starve?

I don't think l could have

that on my conscience.

Good night.

- Modi, what do l do?

- Save it for Beatrice.

- You can't change destiny.

- What destiny?

Hers.

To be with him.

Stay here.

Come here.

This dog is stupid.

Wait, wait.

Here.

Come here.

Here it is.

lt's all right.

Come here.

Come here.

Jeanne...

How do you know my name?

I had to.

l am...

Modigliani. l know who you are.

We all know who you are.

Even the dog knew

who you were.

Come, l wanna see you

in the rain.

Don't be afraid.

I love the rain.

l love what it says.

How interesting.

Now the rain speaks.

- Yes.

- What does it say?

Says you need a hat.

Thank you.

First you have to show me

your drawing.

- I'm not an artist.

- You let me tell you that.

No drawing,

no hat.

- Okay. The hat first.

- Hat first.

This is how you see me?

That's how everybody

see Modigliani.

I'm sorry.

Call me Modi.

Okay, Modi.

Now i'll paint you. You come

see me and i'll paint you.

- If i'm lucky one day...

- What?

I'll paint your eyes.

With your reputation?

You think i'm crazy?

What do you think?

Where are my eyes?

Too far away,

l couldn't see them.

When l know your soul,

i'll paint your eyes.

Look at daddy's work.

You're very late, monsieur.

Everybody's waiting for you.

Excuse me.

Beautiful.

You have beautiful bones.

l could paint you.

Ten Francs.

Talk to Martinez.

The one and only, Martinez.

You keep them waiting.

it's not fair.

They've got a lot of money

and no taste.

I'm a buyer.

Even though you've kept me waiting,

l think your paintings are...

interesting.

Interesting?

He's got galleries

in New York, Modi.

Really?

Biggest galleries in New York?

Interesting.

That's funny.

Like you said, they've got money

but no taste.

Very funny.

Modigliani,

how dare you embarrass me?

Where are you going?

Go back to your sheep.

If you walk away,

don't come back.

Farewell, Martinez.

Search the house.

Lt is here stated

that the Modigliani family...

in fare taxes, owes to

the Italian Republic.

it's therefore stated that

the Modigliani family...

shall be relieved of all properties,

household or other items...

that can be sold for the purpose

of the Italian Republic.

Ancient law of Italy states...

whatever a pregnant woman has

in the bed, she can keep.

We claim this right.

- Jews were never fool.

- Son of a b*tch.

Are you not going to write down

everything we have on the bed?

Don't worry.

l intend to do so.

Five chairs...

Two chandeliers...

Two tables...

Three blankets

four paintings...

One large mirror...

One base...

Two carpets...

Two holds...

A sewing machine...

Mama...

Papa...

Grandpa...

Amen.

Help me, father.

What have l done wrong?

l fell in love.

ls that a sin?

No, my dear.

The sin would be

to never have loved at all.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what l want.

I miss him.

I miss him.

I can't lose him.

Why does one man

hate another...

Just because of his faith?

The church doesn't hate Modi,

does it, Father?

The church is not

the enemy here.

Your faith is not the enemy.

You must be strong

for you and for the baby.

lt is for the best.

You'll see, my dear.

The world is a cruel place

for a child who has a stigma.

Stop.

Stop, look at me.

You stupid girl.

You are a child. You do not know

what you are doing.

And do you? Do you know

what you're doing, papa?

Remember what you did?

Remember?

Poor bastards. They don't even

know what they'll fight for.

They're not supposed to.

Stop the car.

Modigliani!

You do not walk out on me.

l walk out on you.

For the damage.

Buy everyone a drink.

But not for you.

l stopped that.

Drive on.

- l think she's over there.

- it's a she?

Excuse me, monsieur. Are you

looking for Maurice Utrillo?

Who are you?

I'm a strangled chicken.

Why don't you help me?

l do.

I found her!

Isn't she glorious?

She's gonna win

the competition.

- You never said anything about it.

- You never asked.

- Come on, help me.

- This is meat.

Get this of my face.

Sh*t.

Good evening, ladies.

- l love you.

- l love you.

I love you.

- l missed you.

- Let's take care of that.

Where have you been?

Looking for you.

- Like that?

- That's beautiful.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

What's wrong?

Have you looked around?

You think it's right a baby

come to a place like this?

Look at me.

l have nothing for you.

I am nothing.

I am nothing.

I can't be a father

to my own child.

I can't.

So, that's it.

You just run away.

l do best.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you're not.

You're too damn selfish

to be sorry.

I walked away from my baby

to be with you.

You should go back.

You can be the girl you were

when l first met you.

Remember her?

Remember?

Would she put up with this?

No.

Would she put up with me?

No.

This one?

Why not?

l don't know which painting

you want. Point, or choose.

The Matisse.

What big guy we have to take.

Very well.

Jeanne, how are you?

How is Modi?

l haven't seen him.

l didn't know where he is.

- What is the problem?

- l need your help.

What is it?

I want you to go to Picasso.

Ask him to hang his artwork

beside his in the new exhibition.

Yes, anything.

Zbo!

Modi and Picasso...

Modi will kill me

if l do such a thing.

I'm sorry, Jeanne.

l can't.

If Modi's work hang beside Pablo's,

there's a chance of good sale.

We need money, Zbo.

Please.

Please!

I love you both.

But you're better off

with your family.

At least the child would have

a better chance in life.

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