Modigliani Page #4

To Livorno.

Cheers.

Jeanne, here!

- ls he here?

- l thought he'd be with you.

No, no...

Mommy, thank you so much.

l thought maybe she

would bring him luck.

Thank you.

Where is the great Modigliani?

The trumpets of silence.

Ships of peace

make me sleep.

The cradle swings

when the morning comes.

I wrote that myself when

l was alone in the night.

But no longer.

Today is the prove

that i'm a rich man.

Rich beyond belief.

Ladies and gentlemen, attention.

it's time.

Ladies and gentlemen,

l give you Soutine.

Diego Rivera.

"Mexico".

Kisling.

"Fear".

Utrillo.

"Madness".

Picasso.

Title...

"Modigliani".

And finally,

l give you Modigliani.

Title; "Jeanne".

When l know your soul,

i'll paint your eyes.

Don't worry.

My hands...

My hands.

You'll be okay.

Jeanne...

lt's okay.

Sleep, dear. Sleep.

In my pocket.

I wanted to surprise you.

I'll always be your wife.

Modi!

lt's us!

I can't see nothing.

- In the name of God!

- What happened?

Get away from him.

He needs a doctor.

Don't take him from me.

Don't take him!

Don't take him from me!

Don't take him from me!

Don't take him from me!

Please.

Watch his head.

Modi, stay with us.

Oh, my God.

Excuse us.

Jeanne...

Always and forever.

I'm here.

I'm here.

lt's time to end this madness.

Wait for me, my love.

Wait for me.

Wait...

Jeanne...

I offer my

deepest sympathies.

I can't imagine

how you feel.

You know what l feel?

Pablo, shall l tell you?

l feel nothing.

I have a baby in my belly...

Another heart beating...

Another soul craving...

and i'm empty,

like your glass.

You'll go home.

You'll always live a full

and rich life.

But l swear to God...

when your time comes...

When you leave

at your death bed...

The name Modigliani...

Will not be far

from your lips.

You can never paint

over this night.

lt belongs to him.

l saw him dance once

by the statue of Balzac.

So beautiful his face,

so graceful his arms...

as he swayed to the song,

he smiled...

He was all the things

l was once.

So, l stole that moment,

and locked it away in my mind...

to be there, to comfort me

in my empty days.

Auguste Renoir.

Papa sends you all the love

of the world.

When you grow up, you'll feel

our love wherever you go.

l want you to know...

and try to understand...

try to forgive me.

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