Renoir Page #3

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Totally mad.

Look, isn't it pretty, with flowers?

What do you think? Not bad, right?

It was Renoir who painted it.

You're sick!

Do you know how much that's worth?

No, how much is it worth?

I'm fed up with Renoir!

I can't stand... the Renoirs!

- Enough!

- Let me go!

Let go of me!

What's going on?

Tell her to calm down!

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

Let go of me! F***!

She went crazy. Just like that.

Not a word to the master,

I'll take care of it.

Are you coming?

It's about to begin, it's for you.

Thank you.

Take this from me.

Have you answered

regarding your military dossier?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

Yes.

Change your position!

Not like that.

- How, then?

- Floating.

Curved!

- I'll see.

- Young ladies!

Floating.

Suspended in the landscape.

Madeleine, move here.

An arm, there.

No flowers, no hat.

Take it off.

If you'd tell me

what you're looking for.

Painting can't be explained,

it's meant to be seen.

Go see "The Courtesans"

by Titian at The Louvre.

If that doesn't

make you want to caress them,

then you really

don't understand anything at all.

Well...

Where are you going?

To The Louvre.

- Is the boss here?

- No.

He's still working.

I'll take a snack to him.

Given his mood, I'd say no.

At his age, they paint still lifes.

Dde, can you hold him for a minute?

I'm off to the bathroom.

Don't worry if he cries.

Jean, could you come, please?

I can hold him if you want, Andre.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad.

Are you all right?

Dad?

You have to stop,

you cannot go on.

Pain comes and go, Jean...

Beauty remains.

You've already painted everything.

I still have some progress to make.

I'll go on as long as I have strength.

I paint like a child.

But that's fine.

I've tried to paint

like a child all my life.

Without knowing anything.

Without thinking.

Can I do it?

No, dear.

It's pretty ugly.

Too soon, too late...

All actresses have one.

- Where did you find it?

- Stolen.

At Negresco, in a baroness' chamber.

She had three of them.

Let yourself go.

You're very cute like that.

Very cute.

My little dyke.

My little whore.

Does it hurt?

No.

And if I sink my nails?

Try it.

I'll hurt you.

I know.

Jean, you must promise me.

What?

We'll do a movie when the war's over.

You're the one that wants to.

No, both of us. Together.

You don't think I'd spend my life...

with a guy who paints plates!

Will you promise?

We have to find a partner.

What, some kind of military officer?

No.

It's someone who'll finance your films.

You'll be my partner.

We'll make movies with your money.

I don't have any!

What about your dad's paintings?

Aren't they worth a lot?

I promise.

Long night

eternal torment

There wasn't a single blue

corner in the sky. Men and things,

haphazardly, are rolling,

on the dark tree.

"Long Night", exclamation mark.

Long...

You OK?

I think your father found out about us.

Does it bother you?

Who cares, right?

Wait for me.

I have something to tell you.

I wanted to tell you before.

I couldn't.

And now you can?

I re-enlisted.

What?

I re-enlisted,

I'm going back to the front.

I don't believe you.

Aviation, I enlisted today.

- You didn't!

- Yes.

Jean!

They said I was okay.

I have to leave in 10 days.

Why?

Why?

I can't let down my comrades.

You can't let them down?

No.

But you can let me down?

You promised me, Jean.

You promised me.

- I'll be back.

- No.

You'll fall like the others.

Why did you surrender?

Nobody asked you to go back.

Did you think of me?

Huh? You think

of your comrades, but what about me?

You know, it's easy.

It's easy to get killed.

The canvas can be raised or lowered.

Jeannot thought

of everything, but I helped out.

It can slide to the left or right.

It is not you who moves,

it's the support.

You'll get less tired.

It's very clever. Fine.

- Anything wrong?

- No.

She's usually on time.

Didn't she say anything to you?

No.

Maybe she's sick.

Jean.

Can you send someone over to her house?

I don't know where she lives.

She's been coming here so long,

and no one ever asked? Not even you?

No.

I'm sorry.

Boss?

You can paint me meanwhile,

and then finish up with Dde.

That's nice of you, dear, but...

it doesn't work like that.

You have your whole life.

Not me.

What are you talking about?

You know very well.

She's not coming over, is she?

Did you behave well with her?

Did I need your permission?

Women...

whether a whore or a queen...

are due the same respect.

If she doesn't come back,

that has nothing to do with it.

Tell me why she suddenly disappeared.

Because I'm returning to battle.

All right.

Do what you want.

I won't hold back.

You didn't hold back Gabrielle either.

She was with us for 15 years.

She had the right to start a family.

We were her family.

I had nothing to do with it, it was

your mother insisted on her leaving.

And that suited you, as usual.

What do you mean?

You always hid behind mom.

Your famous cork theory.

It's a way

of not deciding anything yourself.

It's cowardice! That's what it is!

You piss me off!

Stop talking to me about Gabrielle.

It's Andre who's gone.

My best model since...

Titian...

would have loved her.

Her tits match her knees perfectly.

Shapely and firm.

With delicate folds,

which form something

like a golden reflection.

The flesh!

Nothing else exists!

If you don't understand, you'll never

understand anything about art or life!

Painting.

That's all you think about,

even during the war.

Go and get

your skin perforated, you idiot.

Or if you prefer...

Go and kill a brave Bavarian

who smokes a pipe.

If you think that'll change anything.

You too.

You can't live without her.

We won't

turn him into a pulp, he's solid!

- He's wobbling!

- Don't let him move!

- Come on, get on!

- I'll ride him a bit!

Catherine, there's a foal

who wants a lesson.

He's not a foal, he's an ace.

My little ace of hearts.

- What are you doing here?

- Learning to fly.

Come, darling, you'll fly with me.

Beat it.

- Enough. I don't want to see you here.

- You give me orders now?

You're not my lieutenant.

This isn't the army.

Here we have fun.

We have fun, we laugh, we drink.

- Eh!

- You have fun?

- You're hurting me.

- You're hurting her.

Who is Catherine?

Nothing. No one.

Look at you. You look ugly and dirty.

I'm not dirty.

Mad up like a...

Yes?

Go ahead, say it!

Like a b*tch!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Hey, comrade, don't!

I'm not your comrade!

Are you going to calm down?

You all right?

No.

Why did you come looking for me?

You never say anything.

Or rather, that I'm a b*tch.

I'm not a b*tch.

Because I miss you.

Because I need you.

I made you a promise.

Forget the promise.

I'll never be an actress.

I have no talent.

You mean an American actress.

You've never tried. You can do it!

No.

Girls like me just

flip through magazines,

pretend to be femmes

fatales and wind up as maids.

We'll try!

You have to grab everything

and fear nothing. You said it.

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