Renoir Page #2

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I haven't slept.

Want to know why?

No.

I met a new friend. A wonderful lover.

Could you assume a pose, please?

Whichever one you prefer.

Yeah, sure. Work comes first.

Yes. Add some pure white.

I read that a great actress

couldn't play the part...

of someone in love

without having her adventures.

What do you think, boss?

Nothing.

Nothing.

You're painting faster and faster.

All my life I was full of complications,

nowadays, I simplify.

Strokes, more strokes.

One inside the other.

They should copulate.

What should dominate the structure...

is not the drawing...

but the color.

Do you follow me?

Yes... I'm trying.

Hey!

Your father can't see through!

Your old machine won't work anymore.

How's it going with him?

Just like before.

The only times

he talks to me is to scold me.

If you think

he used to talk to Pierre and me...

Even to mom.

I wonder if

he ever said "I love you" to her.

See? The old thing works.

Did you tell Dde?

What?

That you love her.

Playing the fool, eh?

- Take back what you said!

- Stop it! Mercy!

This b*tch doesn't care about us.

She has a bunch of boyfriends.

How do you know?

I've seen the guys who were

waiting for her the other evening.

No!

You live in a house where

the most beautiful paintings are hung.

And you stick this sh*t?

What if I prefer them?

You're a real fool.

Why no news on Gabrielle?

He fired her.

I thought she had left...

Because of her boyfriend? Bullshit!

It's mom who fired her.

She thought she was taking

too good a care of the old man.

You know what I mean.

It wasn't something new.

I miss her, Gabrielle.

More than mom?

Hang on, Jean.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

My hat on you.

Yes.

- Not like that.

- Gently.

Let's go. Ready?

Tell us if your leg hurts.

Is it nice to be carried by women?

Coco. Stay with us.

No.

Should I add black?

At Renoir's, we refuse

to see everything black.

The picture must be something nice...

and happy.

There are enough

annoying things in life...

there's no need for me to add more.

Misery, despair, death.

They're not my concern.

And war?

Not either.

Others...

are busy with tragedy.

Can you imagine me shooting myself?

At my age?

It would be sheer vanity.

Sh*t!

That's good!

Pearl White has a new series.

"The Mysteries of New York"?

I can't wait!

I'm waiting for

the continuation of "Vampires".

I find Musidora very mysterious.

If you only knew

how easy it is to appear mysterious.

- American actress?

- And why not?

What do they have that I don't? Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You have to grab.

Grab everything, Jean.

You can't be afraid. I want it all.

I won't wait for anyone.

I don't have the patience.

What?

I didn't say anything.

You don't mind waiting,

they've given you everything.

What have they given me?

A famous name...

and money. You don't have to work.

You don't need to, you have an income.

Income?

Yes, my dear.

What else?

What is your profession?

Soldier.

No, not now.

The war isn't over.

It'll end without you.

You have to know who you are.

And what about you? Who are you?

I am who I am.

Is that a riddle?

You love mysterious women.

Musidora.

Tell me, what is your ambition?

Your big dream?

I don't know... No.

No dream, no ambition.

Never say that to a

woman you love. She'll despise you.

Believe me.

Do you despise me?

Why can't you be

an artist like your father?

My father has never

considered it like that.

He sees himself as a painting laborer.

A laborer whom they call boss?

He has forbidden himself

from being an artist.

And does that forbid everyone?

Look. At 13, he was a painter...

On porcelain. I know.

- The master wants you to pose!

- Later!

- I'm exhausted!

- No! Right now!

I don't despise you. Not at all.

On the contrary, I love you. Yes.

See you.

Dad?

Dad?

Flesh in decay.

Pardon?

Flesh in decay.

That's what

one critic wrote of my painting.

I'm told that you went to the spring.

It's not reasonable at your age.

It's precisely at my age,

just imagine,

that one should go to the spring.

You've increased the antipyrine dose.

Yes.

Yes, night is...

Right. Now we'll check the knees.

Go on.

A little more.

It's hard, eh?

Now I'd like you to stand up.

You know I can't walk.

That's what I would like to check.

I'm sure you can do it.

Stand up... and walk.

That's it.

There, you see?

I give up.

Walking...

takes all my strength.

Nothing will be left for painting.

When I can no longer use my hands...

I'll paint with my ass.

Hold it! It'll get away!

Careful.

What?

What did you say?

I don't understand what they're saying.

They said that it was fine.

How much is the film?

25 cents the meter.

If it's American, 40 cents.

- I'll take the French.

- Give me 10 francs and that's that.

- Does it include Episode 3?

- Everything is there.

In the back I've got dirty movies.

- If you're interested.

- No, thank you.

- Ten.

- Thank you.

Be careful with the film.

One spark and it blows up.

I'm familiar with explosions.

- On leave?

- Convalescent.

Ah! Lucky boy!

Would you sell me your uniform?

No, I still need it.

What regiment?

Sixth Battalion, Alpine Hunters.

We fought in the Vosges.

It's terrible over there.

Did you lose buddies in battle?

Yes.

Poor guys.

They bury them on the spot, it seems.

In mass graves.

There's no time to organize funerals.

Families, nevertheless, want one.

And we could do some business.

You point out

the distressed families for me.

And then what?

I...

I provide the lined coffin.

Lined coffin?

With a corpse inside.

I have guys

who dig up the dead in France.

What age?

What age? I don't know - 25, 30.

I'm 21. In combat...

I lost 10 years

of my life for pieces of sh*t like you.

- What does the badge stand for?

- Our regiment.

- Do you climb high?

- Very high.

Don't you run out of air sometimes?

We're used to it.

- You ask a lot of questions.

- Maurice, are you coming?

Not you. They're waiting for you.

For the stuffing,

we need the zucchini flower.

It's so stuffy in here.

How can you stand it?

I'm hungry.

Have you fixed anything to eat?

You fix your own food.

I can fix something.

- An omelet?

- Nothing!

We're not paid to serve you.

- And when do I get paid?

- For what?

- For my work!

- What work?

What am I doing

dressed like a whore all day?

Gabrielle was never paid.

Neither for cleaning nor

for the other stuff, I know.

What other stuff?

Fine, I know the story.

How did it end?

She got thrown out like a beggar.

Who told you that?

They're jealous, I'm not a maid.

Empress of India?

What did you say?

You'll get your pay when

we've counted the hours.

- Not those!

- Why not?

The master painted them.

So what?

Madeleine posed

and worked at the same time.

I too have posed,

and I don't make a fuss.

You start out as a maid

and you end up as a model.

Or you start out

as a model and end up as a maid.

Not I!

She's gone mad!

You wanted me to pose, right?

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