Surviving Picasso Page #2

This modern cult of free sex

doesn't interest me at all.

One might as well

go for a haircut

or eat a ham sandwich.

There's nothing serious in it.

So...

Hmm.

Shall we do something serious?

Yes.

Ok.

I'll show you my etchings.

Liberte

liberte

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liberte

liberte

francoise:
After

the liberation of Paris,

Picasso, who was already

a world-famous artist,

also became a hero

of the French resistance...

not that he had

done anything very heroic.

He said, "it wasn't

that I behaved well,

but that others behaved badly."

From the wild west?

No, I'm from New York.

My mother got that

in Times Square.

Francoise:
Picasso's

secretary sabartes

claimed that after the war,

tourists only came to Europe

to see the pope, Pompeii,

and Pablo Picasso.

Soldier:
Careful, Pablo.

Photographer:
Cheese.

Soldier:
Yee-hee! All right!

Francoise:
Meanwhile,

I was having my own liberation.

For the last few years

I'd been wanting

to give up my studies

and just paint full time,

but I hadn't dared

mention this to my father.

Not till I met Picasso.

My father had worked hard

to form my character,

to make me like himself...

tough and afraid of nothing.

But when I grew up, I began to

have my own ideas and desires,

and if they

were opposed to his,

he'd go wild and become

completely irrational.

I knew that this would

take all my courage.

What's the matter with you?

Listen...

I've made up my mind.

I'm going to study

painting full time.

You must be mad.

I am responsible for myself.

You will finish your degree in the

humanities and then go on to law school.

I tried all that,

but I found it doesn't suit me.

I'm not going on to law school,

but I shall try

and be a painter!

I'll give you half an hour.

Go to your room

and think it over,

and in half an hour, come back

and tell me you've been a fool.

I don't need to think

anything over.

I'm giving you this one chance.

That's all.

If you don't take it,

I'll make my own decision

for you.

I'll have you committed...

Because you are mad.

Is grandma home?

Don't you dare touch me.

Don't dare?

I dare!

I dare!

Aah! No!

I'll teach you to say no to me!

No one says no to me!

No one says no to me!

No one in this world!

Woman:
Francoise?

Francoise!

From now on,

you beg for your bread

in the streets.

What...

She did it to herself.

He's lying. He did it.

Don't believe her. She's crazy.

I believe her.

It's you who are crazy.

Here, child.

And in my house.

Aren't you ashamed?

Please leave.

Leave.

Leave, leave my house.

Francoise will stay with me.

Let her stay with you.

You're welcome to each other...

Because I've finished with you.

Both of you!

Finished!

There.

Oh.

Now, you didn't paint the war

because you're not

that kind of painter,

but, uh, it is there,

just the same.

People were hungry,

so I painted sausages

and leeks.

Even a casserole can scream.

Do you have an appointment?

Yes.

He told me to come for a lesson

in engraving this afternoon.

Listen...

It will be better

for you to go home.

Why?

I'm doing you a favor.

Thank you...

But I don't want to anger him

by being late for my lesson.

Excuse me.

So, we are agreed

on this and this?

Haven't agreed on anything yet.

Ah, francoise!

This is monsieur kahnweiler.

He's my oldest dealer.

Kahnweiler:
Mademoiselle.

Hello.

That is to say that, uh,

he shamelessly has exploited

me longer than anyone else.

He gets whatever

he wants out of me

by sheer persistence.

He sits there like a big stone

on his German buttocks.

I'd do anything

to be rid of him.

I'll send the packers

this afternoon.

I haven't said yes.

Shall we say at 4:00?

Look, this may interest you.

I did it in 1902.

Read what I wrote

on the bottom there.

"Quando tengas

ganas de joder, jode."

Picasso:
Translate it.

Kahnweiler:
Oh, no, no.

Go on.

Well, if you're too coy...

You translate it.

Kahnweiler:
Good-bye,

mademoiselle.

"When you feel

like f***ing, f***."

Why are you wearing this dress

for an engraving lesson, hmm?

Well, one has to dress up

a bit to visit Picasso.

Oh, well...

Yeah.

I want to show you something.

Come with me.

You're a very lazy dog.

You're always sleeping.

Maybe he's dead.

I'll come up behind,

catch you if you fall.

Don't let anyone in.

Well...

Here.

Go on.

Picasso:
Nice view, huh?

Would you like to stay here?

Up here?

Yes.

Alone?

Yes.

I'd bring you food

twice a day and...

At night we'd go out together

in disguise

like the Arabian nights,

and, uh, you'd be my secret.

My secret captive.

I'd like to be alone

and paint all day.

I wouldn't mind losing

my liberty for that.

But then you'd have to

lose some of yours, too.

And I'm not so sure

you'd like that.

I thought you would

be rather androgynous

under all those clothes

you always wear.

But you're not.

You're definitely not a boy.

Thank God who made you.

For once he got it

absolutely right.

Yes.

It's ridiculous the 2 of us

living in different places.

True.

You should be with him

in the grands-augustins.

Mm-mmm.

Give me a good reason why not.

She's young.

You've got to give her time.

I don't have much time.

That's true, too.

What do you mean by that?

I...

You can tell

your grandmother today

that you're moving out and coming

to live with me, or I'll tell her.

Please, don't say anything.

Why not?

What, is she

some sort of an ogre?

Anyway, I'm not scared

of anyone's grandmother.

He's had 100 lives already.

And the whole world knows how

many women he's destroyed.

I couldn't bear it

for you, darling.

Do you really think

I'd let myself be destroyed by

a man, even if he is Picasso?

Well, I... I don't

understand you.

Uh, it's going against nature.

You are so young.

And he's old.

It's as if you've taken

a wrong turning.

No.

For the first time,

I feel that everything

is right,

that I'm turned

in the right direction.

I'm sure. I'm so sure.

I've never been so sure of

anything in my whole life.

Ohh.

Then it doesn't matter

what I say.

Except...

I love you.

And whatever happens...

I love you.

Good night.

Don't go and live

with him, francoise.

Remember these years

won't come back again.

If you waste them...

They're gone.

It's perverse for...

A young girl to live with

her grandmother as you do.

I suppose she's warned

you against me, eh?

Who needs to be warned?

Your life is

not exactly a secret.

Well, there have been a few

women in my life, yes.

Would you stop doing that?

Stop it. Don't do it.

Don't... I can't help it

if my hair's falling out.

Stop it! Stop it.

In fact, there have

been several women.

Hundreds, thousands of them.

I've lost count.

I can't remember how

many of them there are.

So many.

Now there's only you.

I love you more and more

every day.

You mean everything to me.

"You mean everything to me.

"If I am sad,

"it is because I cannot be with

you as I would like to be.

"I would give anything

for you to be happy.

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