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- And when the war ends...
- When will it end?
What shape will you be in?
Will you be alive?
And what will I be?
I know what you think of me.
That I have no ambition.
That I'm a spoiled brat. And naive.
And if you wait for me, I'll return.
I want you back.
Renoir needs you.
Renoir? The father or the son?
- Madeleine, recognize her?
- Yes.
Wait. Gabrielle? Come with us.
No, no. Just the three brothers.
They're waiting for you!
Come on, Gabrielle.
Andre, come!
Keep still, please.
Thank you, that was perfect.
Did you invite Gabrielle?
No! No, no.
It must have been the girls.
Yes...
Is this a party or a funeral?
Your friend Andre
told me that you planned to make movies.
No. Nothing's been decided.
That's reassuring.
Cinema is not for the French.
It's a spectacle for the masses.
Our artistic background
is too old and too heavy.
It's strange for us
three brothers to be together.
Hopefully it's not the last time.
Jean, just what
are you doing this evening?
- What am I doing?
- Playing air daredevil.
I almost lost an arm. Why go back?
Will you bring me a gas mask?
We'll see.
Come on, rookies!
That's fine.
I'll be fine.
Is he here?
He's waiting for you.
You too, I expect.
Dad?
Your mother...
I owe her everything.
There was a riot in my blood.
She calmed my nerves.
When I met her,
I was 20 years older than her.
I was convinced that my life was over.
But no.
It was beginning.
I never would have imagined that
one day I'd walk beside her coffin.
Don't be stupid, son.
You neither, dad.
Listen...
I think you can walk over here.
Come! Come, come on.
Oh!
So? What now?
Yes! Come on!
Pierre-Auguste Renoir died in 1919,
after finishing Les Baigneuses,
his pictorial testament.
After the war, Jean married Andre
and got into cinema with her.
She would become his favorite actress,
under the name of Catherine Hessling,
until the couple's
brutal separation in 1931.
Her career was then interrupted,
while Renoir became
a world-renowned film director.
The two of them died in 1979:
she forgotten and anonymous,
he in Hollywood full of honors.
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