The Moderns Page #6

I'm leaving town.

Taxi!

He's gonna kill me.

Can't they take a joke?

This place, completely uncivilized.

Cannes. Rapidement.

- Told you he was crazy.

- I don't want to talk about him.

- Let's go upstairs.

- We can't stay here.

- Why not?

- It's the first place he'll look.

- I don't give a damn.

- Come on, we'll get a hotel.

Get in the car, Rachel.

She's staying with me.

You had your fun.

Now let's go home.

- It's not that simple, Bertie.

- Come on.

I need you, Rachel.

You don't need anybody, Bertie.

I'm going back to America with Nicky.

- Don't be stupid.

- I'm not stupid.

She's my wife.

Nicky and I were married a long time ago,

before you and me.

We were never divorced.

Sorry, Bertie.

I knew that!

I know everything about you.

You don't know anything about me.

What are you laughing at? Get in the car!

What are you gonna do? Kill me?

Then kill her.

- Go ahead, kill me.

- You slut.

- Go ahead. I want you to.

- Maybe I should.

- You want me to kill you?

- Come on, do it.

- You want me to kill you?

- Do it!

You get in the car!

You coward.

I don't want you, Bertie.

I don't want your jewelry.

I don't want your chocolates.

I don't want your money.

I don't want your rubbers. I don't want...

- F***ing b*tch! Get in the car!

- I'm sick of it! I hate you!

I can make up my own mind,

what's left of it.

Between the two of you,

I don't have one thought left in my head.

Could you stop it, please?

This has nothing to do with you. Stop it!

I'll decide what happens to me.

What's the matter?

Can't you live without me?

Cowards.

Rachel. Wait a minute. Wait!

Where are you gonna go?

I don't know.

He can't swim.

He can't swim?

That figures.

Rachel!

Non, non, non...

Rachel!

Vive Dada!

Jesus, I didn't know it would be so sad.

Vive Oiseau!

Look at them.

If it weren't for me, people would've

thought "surreal" was a breakfast food.

The dead are the most brave.

They take their love with them.

Can you imagine the courage

to love someone...

...who loves you...

...when there's nothing

you can do about it?

Let's go.

Jesus,

I just didn't know it would be so sad.

We did appreciate him,

but did we tell him so...

...so he was secure in his mind,

knowing that we did?

We did not, and he was not.

And so,

with his sweet smile and gentle concerns...

...Oiseau is not still with us.

He is not.

Oiseau!

Driver, Gare Saint-Lazare, s'il vous plat.

Oiseau!

Jesus, I just ran into Maurice Ravel

in the men's room.

He didn't recognize me.

You know, Paris has been taken over

by people who are just imitators...

...of people who were

imitators themselves.

It's become a parody.

It's finished. It's over.

Believe me, Hollywood is gonna be

like a breath of fresh air.

Hart, let's face it.

Rachel, she's not coming.

- Yeah, I know.

- So let's go.

Paris is...

...a traveling picnic.

Paris is a portable banquet.

You should work on that.

This whole experience gives me

a great idea for a movie I could write.

And it would be perfect for von Stroheim.

You can get a very good meal on this train.

And they actually have

an excellent wine list.

This is gonna be the best thing

that ever happened to you.

Yeah, the hell with it.

Au revoir, Paris.

"Au revoir, Paris"

Touch.

"Au revoir, Paris"

- We're just gonna be a few minutes.

- Yes, sir, I'll be here.

The train to Hollywood leaves in an hour.

We'll make the train.

I just want to see what they have in here.

- It's gonna rain.

- You're so morose, it's monotonous.

Babe Ruth hit three home runs today,

and we're going to Hollywood...

...where the sky's always blue,

the sun always shines...

...and we're gonna be rich!

This, of course, is Modigliani.

A short, but fruitful life.

His work is evidenced

by the plasticity he employed...

...in his nudes and portraiture as well.

Always the oval face,

the elongated trunk, arms.

Yes, Henri Matisse.

Odalisque.

Study, if you will, the face.

It's the most realized of all of his works.

In my mind, the best.

No. Look at this. Can you imagine this?

Boy, Nathalie certainly gets around.

Aren't you Irving Fegelman?

I'm Ada Fuoco.

We grew up together on Flatbush Avenue.

Je ne connais pas I'anglais.

But you look just like Irving.

Jesse, he looks exactly like Irving.

Let's proceed to Paul Czanne,

considered to be the father of modern art.

This is a work of rare emotional delicacy.

This revelation cannot be taught...

...nor can it be duplicated.

Only the greatest artists can achieve

what has happened here...

...and only then,

in that rare moment in time.

So let's silently observe this.

Come on, I'm bored with these pictures.

I want to go where the pictures move.

I like your stuff better anyway.

Just a minute.

This might help me appreciate my work.

Gentlemen. Did it touch you?

Did you sense the mystery?

Do you know now

why this is a masterpiece?

Why we praise it?

Why we genuflect before it?

Why it will live through the ages

for all humanity?

My God, I hope you understand that.

Why is it, you are never

where you're supposed to be?

I am now.

Looks like rain.

No, not now.

Maybe tomorrow?

I was thinking, Nicky,

maybe we should move to Hollywood.

- Ever thought about it?

- You been talking to Oiseau?

John, if you were lucky enough

to have lived in Paris...

...lucky enough to have been young,

it didn't matter who you were...

...because it was always worth it,

and it was good.

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