Modigliani Page #3

- Only if Olga comes.

- You really like my wife?

Everybody really likes your wife.

Tonight is a night

for dancing.

When a samurai

gets his sword...

He must draw blood.

Who lives here?

You'll see.

- Renoir.

- Come meet God.

This man looks mad.

Are you mad?

They scare you.

Deformity.

The genius sucked out

through the fingernails.

They don't bother me.

Liar.

He's a liar, Pablo?

May l ask you, how much

a place like this cost?

Two paintings.

Small.

I have two cars in the stables.

A scratch for each.

And this Rodin.

I gave one little pencil drawing

of a flowerpot.

No flower.

Just a pot.

You into sell?

Modigliani is on the verge.

On the verge.

Let's say no.

"Le prcipice."

The cliff.

Where all artists converge

and jump to their fate.

Nudes mostly, occasional

portraits, drink...

- Yes?

- Yes.

- How did you know?

- Pablo told me.

I've never liked

painting nudes myself.

Most of the women in my time

were too fat.

And ugly.

Very ugly.

I like them tall and slim.

So, it's late.

We should go.

Amedeo Modigliani...

Are you mad?

I knew that.

You'll enter the competition?

Will you?

You see what painting

can bring?

Comfort, wealth, security.

Only a fool starts to starve.

Paris is trying them.

So paint, make money, get old,

f*** as many women as you can...

but drink with moderation.

The gospel according to Picasso.

You can't fight me now.

So let me ask you,

are you mocking me?

l try.

Sometimes l don't succeed.

Sometimes...

You see, Modi, there is a difference

between you and me...

success.

lt is.

I am Picasso,

the famous Picasso.

This is my car.

l am the driver.

These are my dreams.

l bought them from God.

You like my hat?

I am Modigliani,

the crazy Italian f***.

Sit down, Matador.

You're scaring the peasants.

Her neck is not so long.

She has her father's neck. Short.

- Yes...

- l like...

Excuse me.

- Not so long.

- Okay, l know.

Go back. Out of my way.

Thank you.

- Don't touch my painting.

- You're ruining it because...

I'm the painter.

You're ruining the painting.

lt's very wide.

Of course you're the painter.

You paint it.

You like it?

it's for you.

I'm not paying for this.

To Livorno.

You promised you

wouldn't let me die here.

Maurice, you're safe.

Get away from him!

All of you, get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Want him to become what you've

become? You think it's romantic?

lt's how it should be?

Get out!

Have some water.

How do you feel?

I don't know.

They said l shouldn't leave you.

So l won't.

Never again.

- The rain speaks.

- Really? What does it say?

It says, "Don't cry",

my love.

Modi is here.

- How do you feel?

- Alive.

You should thank Zbo.

He gave us the money

to come here.

If he'd only sold my work

he could come here more often.

Well, i'm trying.

That was the most beautiful meal.

Thank you. Great stuff.

So, tell us, what else

is happening is Paris?

Nothing new.

The same as before.

Just watching everyone get ready

for the competition.

- Well, Modi...

- No.

I'm going to rest.

I'm tired.

- Remember; no drink.

- No drink.

- l love you.

- l love you.

Good night.

See you later.

- May l see your work?

- What for? You never sell anything.

Beautiful.

A poetry.

Modi, prepare yourself. We're gonna

need all of this in Paris...

for your one-man show.

You heard me right.

Bertha Veil loved the nudes

so much...

She wants to hang

everything you have.

Did you hear me?

Bertha Veil is giving you your

very own one-man show.

Bravo, Modigliani!

They're exquisite.

Jeanne, great Jeanne.

Mrs. Veil,

you're the organizer?

You know l am.

You live just across the street.

You shall remove a painting

from your gallery window.

I will do not.

Come back with this tomorrow.

If you don't remove

the paintings...

My men will do it for you.

And we'll close down the show.

This is outrageous.

Are they pictures of your mother,

your sister?

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Why, Modi?

I'm impressed.

By the way, l hope

you won't be offended...

the painting you gave me

as a gift...

The one Jeanne brought me...

The other night l was

inspired by something...

a felt hat.

Yes, a felt hat.

l didn't have a canvas.

it was 4 in the morning.

Make your point, Spanish.

l used your painting.

Do you forgive me?

Let's go.

I think l like

the new Modigliani.

Yes, l think l do.

Let's look around.

I'm tired.

I'm not.

That's because

you're not pregnant.

- So.

- Go, go.

- See you later. Bye!

- Can you stop the bus, please.

Tell me, Modigliani.

How does a blind man paint?

You don't know.

He paints what nobody sees!

What nobody sees!

Go!

What?

He gave your baby

to the welfare.

What?

Your baby. Your beautiful little

girl is now in strange hands.

And all because you can't

live a normal life...

Like the rest of the world

around you.

Get out and show your face!

Show your face!

You see me?

You see the Jew?

Go away or i'll call the police.

You'd better call the police.

- Where is my baby?

- You get away from me.

Where is my baby?

Somewhere where

you'll never find her.

Go on.

Do it.

Do it.

No one's here.

Tomorrow you can tell the whole

world a Jew threatened your life.

A Jew.

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where is my baby?

You...

You have neither resource

nor conditions to raise her.

Watch me.

I forgive you.

Modi?

Hello? Have you finished yet?

Yes and l want you to take

the painting to the competition.

What about you?

Remember it starts today.

Don't let the painting

out of your sight.

- Where are you?

- City Hall.

What for?

Marriage license.

I'm going to marry Jeanne.

Silence, uh?

Modigliani,

marriage license.

Yes, sit down.

- You're getting married?

- Yes.

Me too.

Congratulations.

Excuse me.

You have children?

I have one and one on the way.

Lt's important children.

Very important.

Go away!

I'm crazy, you know?

I will do something.

Go away!

Excuse me,

i'm going to the corner.

No, no. You do not touch

this painting.

it's my painting.

What's going on here?

Lt's the police.

They get the painting.

If something happens

to this painting...

You'll spend the rest of my life

as a eunuch.

A eunuch!

Understood?

Good.

Bye-bye, eunuch.

Eunuch.

Be careful.

What about the others?

- They're hanged.

- All of them?

All of them.

So, now we'll know.

Monsieur?

- What time is it?

- Closing time.

You must leave now.

Madame, l must have my

marriage license today.

- Monday, nine o'clock.

- Don't understand. l need it today.

l need it today.

Monsieur, we all have families.

We need to go home too.

l have a baby coming

any day.

And l have a beautiful daughter.

Please.

Please.

You are a painter, aren't you?

Yes.

- Me too.

- l can see that.

Very well...

- sign here.

- Thank you, ma'am.

What's wrong with it?

The color.

Flash with my painting.

Cheers.

You will pay for the drink.

I have five thousand Francs.

Today l buy everybody a drink.

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