Surviving Picasso Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 125 min
- 328 Views
an assortment
of beautiful women
awaiting your every pleasure.
The older I get,
the younger and more ardent
is my imagination.
Of course, when I was 25,
I did not need imagination.
You've loved women
even more than I have,
but you haven't
hated them at all.
I leave that to you.
I have a present for you.
For me?
As soon as I saw it,
I thought of you.
A present for me.
friend to meet Mr. Picasso.
Monsieur Matisse has been waiting
for you to come and claim it.
Matisse:
Put it inmonsieur Picasso's car.
Unfortunately, there's
no room in the car.
It's full of francoise's mess.
I'll send marcel
for it tomorrow.
Put it over your head.
What is it?
Well, go on. It won't hurt you.
It's a ceremonial headdress
used for magical invocations.
Yeah. That's right.
It is from the nevinbumbaau
Vanuatu tribe.
He likes it!
Ha ha ha!
Matisse:
Isn't itexactly Picasso?
I don't see why he
should give me such a...
An ugly thing.
He thought you'd like it.
Yeah?
He's very fond of you.
Really?
Really.
You think so?
Ha. You think he likes me?
Monsieur Matisse
loves you, monsieur.
Go get the idol tomorrow, then.
This time,
we double the stakes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
I've already dealt the cards.
Well, I told you
to wait for me.
Double the stakes, by the way.
Ha ha ha!
Hey!
How do you like my woman?
You're jealous now, huh?
What did you say?!
You haven't slept
with a real chauffeur?
Wha-ha-ha!
She's a good driver, huh?
Marcel, look out!
Marcel!
You're late.
Where's my car?
Where's my car?
Monsieur, there's
been a little accident.
A little?
Scratch? Fender bent?
I warned you the next
time you get drunk
and there's as much as a
scratch on my car, you're out.
Now, tell me, where is it?!
It's in a ditch.
My new car's in the ditch?
You two drunken sods have
left my car in the ditch?
See, what happened was...
I know what happened.
You were sitting
in Chez Jacques,
getting drunk
on your eternal pastis!
Well, this is it. My car is
finished, and so are you.
You're not fit
to be my chauffeur.
You're only fit to
lead this idiot astray.
He's my son.
Unfortunately,
I can't get rid of him.
He's around my neck
for the rest of my life,
but you, you're finished!
Oh, but you can't.
Who asked you?
Monsieur, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.
It was my fault.
You take the next train
to Paris.
Tell sabartes what
is due on your wages
after deducting the cost
of the damages to my car.
I don't ever
want to see you again.
Monsieur, I'm very sorry.
It was my fault,
but I've been with you all
these years, 25 years.
25 years too long.
Bring that upstairs.
You mean after all this time...
what?
After everything I've been
to you, you'd fire me?
Yes, I'm firing you.
I should have known.
I warn you...
The day will come
and you will have no one left,
not even francoise.
You'll see.
One day she'll have had enough.
She'll walk out on you.
Francoise:
Picasso had begun makingceramics at the vallauris potteries,
and his work there
was playful and pretty.
Some said too pretty.
He protested,
"they want to be shocked,
and if I smile,
they're disappointed."
Besides the fascination
of working in a new medium,
the potteries held another
fascination for him.
Picasso:
You see,to make a woman...
You first
have to wring her neck.
He says, "to make a woman,
you have to wring
her neck first."
To me, he said that
about a dove.
It's all the same to him.
A thing's a thing.
Aah!
Ol.
Sleep well, papa!
Ol.
Why aren't you asleep?
I was waiting for you.
Were you spying on me?
Look, I come and go
how and when I want.
I didn't say you couldn't.
I was worried.
Paulo might have
had too much to drink
and smashed up the car.
Who knows? Anything
could happen.
In front of my friends,
embarrassing me.
Your friends?
Yes!
I saw only one friend.
So, what business
is it of yours
if there was one friend
or a hundred of them, huh?
I go where I want.
I see who I want.
Yes, and I sleep or don't
sleep with who I want.
Why didn't you go to bed,
where you should
have been hours ago?
You look tired.
Well, it's hardly worth it now.
It's almost time for you
to go and light the stove
in the studio, or it
won't be fit to work in.
It's one damned annoyance
after the other for me.
Francoise:
Picasso could neverkeep a new affair a secret
because as soon as he
had a new woman in his life,
a new face began to appear
in his paintings.
Now it was jacqueline from
the vallauris potteries,
but, as always, when
he changed directions,
as when he changed
from Marie-therese to dora,
there was a certain
ambiguity in his work,
maybe expressing a general
restlessness and discontent.
He had appointed Paulo
to be his chauffeur.
He said, "let him be useful for the first
and probably the last time in his life."
They would spin
around the midi,
and reports would reach me
via obliging friends
of where Picasso had been
seen and with whom.
I still don't see why
we can't go with you.
I told you. The air in Paris
is no good for the children.
They're much better off here.
What about the things
I told you to do,
like supervising him so he doesn't
break all my best pieces?
Oh!
Uhh!
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Don't you want us
to be with you?
Yeah.
Don't you think we
ought to be together?
We are together.
We're always together.
Hey!
Big boy!
Hey!
Ha ha ha.
Hello?
Hello?
Is that francoise?
Yes?
Father.
I have something to tell you...
What?
Pierre...
My father telephoned.
My grandmother's had a stroke.
She's paralyzed.
I haven't seen
or spoken to my father
since I walked out
of his house.
You can catch the 11:45 train.
I'll take you to the station.
How can I go to Paris?
He'll be furious.
Who'll be furious?
Picasso. He's left me with
a million things to do.
Get the children ready.
I'll pick you up
at the house in an hour.
You have to go.
You don't know what he's like
if anyone goes
against his orders.
This isn't the francoise
I used to know.
A hundred picassos
couldn't order her around.
Go and pack.
Go.
Father!
She died last night.
I was waiting for you
before deciding on the
funeral arrangements.
Operator:
I'm sorry,but the number you dialed
has been disconnected.
Man:
Hello?Hello. May I speak to
madame berthier, please?
Who is this?
You don't know me.
I'm the granddaughter of
a great friend of hers.
Madame berthier
died 3 years ago.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
Good-bye.
Francoise:
Allher friends are gone.
I can't find a soul.
Well, when you live to a ripe
old age, that's what happens.
There's no one left
to come to your funeral.
When this is all over,
we have a lot of financial
business to discuss.
There's only you and me now.
We must talk about the
children, about their schools.
Is there really no one else?
No.
Have a look.
What about all
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Surviving Picasso" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/surviving_picasso_19184>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In