Modigliani Page #2

I am wasting my breath.

I'm always wasting

my breath.

Let's think.

I know.

lt's something you could do.

lt will be bold.

lt's his way to say he's sorry

for the other night.

For the other night?

And the nights before that?

Let me see, one canvas

per insult.

- Olga, how many?

- Hundreds, Pablo.

Let me paint you, Jeanne.

I'll make you immortal.

That's just too much responsibility

for these shoulders.

My answer is no.

Wait.

Look handsome

like Modigliani?

There's just no comparison.

He'll hang one painting,

but there is one condition.

You can go now.

- You're up to something. What?

- Keep dusting.

Modi!

Modigliani!

Where is he?

Finally.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What you want with my son, bastard?

Good.

Wait.

Hold that.

You haven't sold a painting

in 6 months. Kill him.

You shoot me, you can kiss yourself

goodbye. l won't organize it.

- Stop.

- You said l could kill him.

Later.

Kill him later.

Come out, you coward.

Come have some wine.

Please, take this.

Modi, have you given thought

of the competition?

The prize gives a lot of money.

The whole Paris is dreaming

of the day.

You and Picasso

compete together.

Yes, me and Picasso.

You said something

about a show?

lt's not much of a show.

lt's more of a favor.

Pablo has offered to hang one of

your paintings in his exhibition.

A favor?

Pablo Picasso is doing

Modigliani a favor?

- What's the matter with you?

- You have to care now.

lt is your family

with Jeanne.

You wanna do me a favor?

- l need money for a doctor.

- No, Modi, please.

l need money

for a doctor.

Promise me you'll not

drink it all away.

Okay, take your picture.

What if the doctor drinks?

Am l dying?

You said you had tuberculosis

as a child.

But l feel much better now.

lt never left you.

You can dress now.

Your lungs are working with

less than half their capacity.

If you continue to use

drugs and alcohol...

You will not live

past this year.

This medicine will help

your cough.

- Maybe you shouldn't go there.

- F*** them.

Put on some horns.

Come on.

- Why are you so nervous?

- Nothing.

- What did the doctor say?

- She said l should find a new agent.

Good.

Let's get out of here.

I'm fed up with them.

- There he is.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

Modi, what do you have

to say for yourself?

- Hello, Gertrude.

- Don't Gertrude me.

Four days i've waited.

For days!

Am l not good enough to paint?

Not pretty enough perhaps?

These eyes are not so good to paint

something so sophisticated.

Bold.

Horse sh*t!

Tomorrow morning, my apartment,

ten o'clock sharp.

Sharp, you hear me?

Do not worry. l promise you.

He will be there.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen, may l have

your attention please?

Welcome to the 10th exhibition

of work of the artist Picasso.

And Modigliani, a**hole!

And the distinct works

of Modigliani.

Ladies and gentlemen,

l give you Picasso...

to work your progress.

Oh, no.

Modi, wait.

Wait!

I did it for you.

To help you.

- l don't need that kind of help.

- Fine. Do it for your baby.

You know what she needs?

She needs you.

Yes, she needs you.

Yes, it's papa.

- He should go.

- Why?

Your father will be home soon.

He can't be here.

Can l come with him?

Then what? Let him

abuse you again? Destroy you?

I don't wanna hear.

l don't wanna hear that.

Modi, let's go.

l told him.

I warned you. if you choose

to be with that Jew...

I would have no alternative but

to inform the authorities...

That you are an unfit mother.

After which, they'll take your child

and you'll never see her again.

See how beautiful she is?

Look at her.

Look at her.

Granpapa...

I'll be watching you.

Hello, Madame Stein.

So?

What?

Jeanne, you dummy.

That was a clever stroke

she played there last night.

Right girl, that one.

So, did you kiss

and make out?

She's better off without me.

My abandoned ass!

- Do you want some advice?

- Do l have a choice?

Oh, no.

Enter the competition.

l bet the minute you do,

Pablo will too.

Never.

He's too proud.

Plus, he doesn't need the money.

Maybe.

But you do.

You're right.

- With or without?

- What?

The cream on your mouth.

Let's go.

Give me one good reason why.

Rivera, Kisling, Utrillo,

Soutine...

Modigliani.

You just said the wrong name.

Olga, tell him he must compete

in the competition.

You must compete

in the competition.

I'm making dinner.

How was?

Straight.

Who told you he'll be there?

Gertrude.

He has a scratch.

He needs the money badly.

He has no choice.

I don't believe her.

She lies for a living.

Please, Pablo.

it will be so much fun.

Paris has become so tedious

since the war.

Let's bring back the life.

Fine works, champagne.

All night drinking and laughing.

Get into the ring.

Play with the bull.

I am the bull.

Fish.

Let's eat.

I love it.

Modigliani!

Pablo!

How are you,

Amedeo Modigliani?

What do you call it?

lt's a great day.

Good morning, matador.

Let me ask you a question.

You have entered the competition?

Answer me!

Don't touch my work!

Don't touch my work!

You don't have the right.

Get your hands off of my work!

You have money?

I can make you very happy

if you have money.

I have nothing.

Run!

Police!

Are you okay, Modi?

Who paid the fine?

Who paid the fine?

We don't know. Whoever it was

didn't want to say.

Find out.

If i find out who it was, i'd first

try to sell him your paintings.

Then l will thank you.

What?

lt's Utrillo.

- What?

- He's back in the asylum.

His mother told the police

and they put him away.

Modi, this is a sign from God

that things must change.

Where was God when Utrillo

needed Him?

You've got here too late.

Should have seen this morning.

Your father visited the child's

welfare this morning.

He's recommended they take

custody of the baby.

Did you hear me?

- You're going to lose your child.

- l have no choice!

- Your child.

- l have no choice!

You could choose your baby.

He's dying.

You're dying with him.

Maurice, it's me, Modi.

it's me.

lt's okay.

Everything will be fine.

i'll get you out of here.

lt's an old dream.

You know this is my life.

She won't be sorry for me.

She'll be happy.

You mad bastard.

A little haxixe?

- Promise me.

- Promise you what?

That you won't let me die here.

I've seen what they do

with buddies around here.

I don't want that.

Promise me.

I don't know.

I promise.

- I'm cold.

- It's okay. i got you.

I wish l could hug you.

I'm so cold.

Welcome.

I'm overwhelmed.

- Jeanne, you look great.

- You look gorgeous.

l love your shoes.

- Enjoy the party.

- Thank you.

- You should thank Picasso.

- For what?

For letting you out.

Modi!

What a nice vision!

Dance?

- Modi.

- Thank you.

Pablo is over there.

- The famous Picasso.

- Matador.

I didn't ask you to bail me out.

You want to pay me back?

Let's see.

Why don't you come tomorrow? We'll

go to a trip to the countryside.

There's somebody

l want you to meet.

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