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MONTPARNASSE 19

The authors of this film

while inspired by actual events

do not claim to have made a historical film.

Nowadays, museums and collectors the world over

fight over the works of Modigliani.

Every one of his paintings is worth millions.

In 1919, while he was still alive, no one wanted his work.

Misunderstood and distraught, "Modi" doubted his genius...

You should see your face! Move a little and look natural.

- Don't you agree? - I've finished.

Sign it for him.

Thanks, but you can keep it.

How much do I owe you?

You owe me nothing.

I said I'd pay.

Who do I pay?

The waiter.

You agreed to buy drinks for the artist and his friends.

- Waiter! - Coming.

How much?

Nothing.

You may go.

Let him pay, we're broke.

I'll pay tomorrow.

No, Mr Modi...

I said I'd pay.

- Tot it up. - Let's start with you.

Two beers, wasn't it? 40 cents...

Ladies and gentlemen, what did you have?

A sandwich and two coffees.

A sandwich and a glass of beer.

Modi!

Good evening.

- Leaving without me? - Yes, I was leaving.

- Where are you going? - I don't know.

I could leave you alone.

Would you like me to go?

- As you wish. - Great.

Let's go to my place.

To leave...

Quit... Start over.

Well done!

Love makes you eloquent.

Your speech is making me thirsty.

So...

have you finished your rant?

The would-be genius?

Take this.

If you think you've got a hold on me with this, you're wrong.

I drink to live alone, without you.

You'll also die without me.

And it'll be as if you'd never existed.

No one but the bartenders will remember you.

Because of all the money you owe for drinks.

Won't you slap me?

Again.

- Hello, Mr Modi. - Hi, Catherine.

There you are.

At last.

Feeling better now?

Don't mind us, we have our routine.

Where were you? Did you have a row with Beatrice?

Beatrice and I are through.

Why? She ran out of opium?

You dropped me, when I refused you Beaujolais.

You had to be drunk to sleep with me.

Don't talk nonsense, Rosalie.

Give me a glass of red.

I take no responsibility.

You should eat something.

Do you want some cheese?

No, I'm not hungry.

What a waste!

- Such an intelligent man. - Rosalie!

Coming.

- Do you have any soup left? - I'll see.

Sit down.

No.

Wine is a noble product.

One must drink it standing up, with humility.

Oh, your button is coming off.

So it is.

You're kind.

Come and give a hand, Catherine.

- Hello, Master. - Hi, Professor.

You're up?

I love Paris in the morning.

It's beautiful.

Especially after a glass of wine.

Why don't you come more often to the Academy?

It's a good place to work and it's warm.

Are you crazy?

Your job is to serve drinks.

And mine is to drink if I feel like it.

- Give it to me. - That's enough for today.

Go play your Modigliani somewhere else. Go!

Give me that bottle.

Drunkard!

Don't believe her, gentlemen.

Three glasses never made my head spin...

I only ever get drunk on myself.

Mr Modi!

Mr Modi!

I'll have to head upstairs. Woe is me!

What's wrong?

As you can see... I lost my key.

What are you doing on the floor?

I fell.

You've been drinking.

Modi, I worry about you.

Modi! How's it going?

Hi, Miaucha.

All's well, love. All's well.

See you later.

Why didn't you ask the concierge to let you in with her key?

Because I haven't paid my rent.

I see.

Only me.

Mrs Salomon, you shouldn't have come up, it's bad for you.

No, thanks.

After a week's absence,

you could have popped in to see me.

Sorry.

Here are your shirts, washed and pressed.

- Mrs Salomon, you're a saint. - I'm not sure about that.

To be a concierge here, you need to be a hard-bitten criminal.

Here's your rent receipt.

Unfortunately I'm broke.

I'm not asking for money. The gentleman paid for you.

Now you no longer have to sneak past my lodge.

Thanks, Zboro. I didn't know you were rich.

I played poker.

I had 12 francs left and ended up with 350.

Did you break up with Beatrice again?

Yes.

This time, it's for good.

Modi!

Come here!

There's your glass.

I've been waiting for an hour.

You left so suddenly this morning.

One doesn't beat a woman senseless and leave without saying goodbye.

I thought you were angry.

Have you had lunch?

No.

Second-class stamp.

Beatrice.

- Last night... - What?

Tell me the truth... Did I really hit you?

Oh, hardly...

You only half-killed me with your slapping.

But did we not make love?

Yes, in between.

I see.

I feared I had seriously offended you.

You also behaved like a true gentleman.

Going to the Academy?

I wonder how you can work with so many people around you.

Everyone is always around everyone.

I like working with people around me.

I'm sure to feel alone.

It's an interesting theory.

I love your paradoxes.

Yet I often have the impression

that you make fun of people.

Really?

What people?

Me, for instance.

I don't always fall for it, though.

Believe me, if you want peace, let's go to your place.

Or mine.

I'll sit for you.

Don't you want to paint me?

No.

My humble respects.

Don't drink too much!

Or drink and think of me!

Well then... tired already?

Hi, master!

Sit there, you'll be fine.

You like Fernand Léger?

Yes. Why?

Nothing wrong with that.

You know you'd make a great model?

The girl over there...

Well!

Who is she? She looks like a Cologne virgin.

She's a good girl. She came with her father.

- A painter? - No.

A clerk or department supervisor.

A decent person.

Legion of honour, nice home.

Fine arts for his daughter.

She's not for you, she's spring water.

Where I come from, there are plenty of fountains.

Careful, we've reached my neighbourhood.

- Careful with what? - With people, neighbours.

Are you ashamed of me?

Forgive me!

I don't usually do this.

If you're asked who you walk with,

you can say, "With Modigliani, the painter, the drunk."

You don't even have a coat. Take this.

I'm the donkey covered with relics.

It's raining.

I love the rain.

That's where I live, on the 3rd floor.

What a frightful place!

I don't approve of umbrellas either.

They hide the sky!

That's all I can offer you, to share the rain with me.

What a baptism!

- I made a wish. - A wish?

Yes, a wish.

Goodbye.

Two whiskies.

So much smoke! All these smokers... disgusting!

At least I inhale.

- Go out and get some fresh air. - Beatrice!

If everyone did that...

Here, eat something.

You're very kind.

You're a nice girl.

The charming clown. Yes, yes.

I remember you well.

I remember everything.

How we met.

How did we meet?

At the Rotonde, over a cognac.

Amazing!

- You from Melbourne... - No. Manchester.

Manchester?

I'm from Livorno.

If it weren't for Paris, no Beatrice.

No love.

You're pretty, Beatrice.

I've hurt you too often.

It's not my fault.

You're being too nice tonight.

What's got into you?

You're not your usual self.

Have you met another woman?

Another woman?

I love...

I love the rain.

That's all.

The rain.

It will never rain for me again.

Beatrice!

Come on.

After this dance, we'll leave.

Sorry.

Hello.

Say, Modi, a little whisky for a poor orphan?

Thank you, you're nice.

It's raining.

I haven't seen you for a long time.

I think I understand now.

I see why you left us yesterday to go off in the rain.

Very good. Excellent.

Look, you can't disagree.

Is she a good lover?

I don't know.

Off you go, now.

How did you meet her?

Once upon a time...

What are you going to do?

She's going to live with me.

What about money?

- Bah, money! - Yes, yes...

"Once upon a time a rich art lover wanted a Modigliani..."

There's a fairy tale for you.

And Beatrice?

I've quenched my thirst.

I wish!

You haven't told me her name.

Jeanne.

If you could be happy at last, I'd be thrilled, Modi.

I'll find money.

I've just remembered someone!

See? You've woken her up.

- I'm sorry. I'll leave. - Of course not.

Come here, don't be silly.

Hello, Mr Zborowski.

You know me?

She knows all my friends, the story of my paintings

and my life by heart. See, she has no illusions.

- Pleased to meet you, Miss. - Me too.

I have to leave.

Pardon me, I have some shopping to do.

I hope to see you again soon.

I'm going.

Now?

Yes. I want to tell my parents.

Then I'll pack

and I'll come back.

What's on your mind?

You don't want me to?

Did you have second thoughts, while I was asleep?

I love you, Jeanne.

I'll be right back.

Jeanne!

Is this what you want?

Yes.

What time will you be back?

By six at the latest.

I'll be at the Dôme till five.

Should something happen, please call.

Nothing will happen.

If ever you didn't come back...

See you later, Modi.

Here she comes!

- Where? - There, opposite.

Please get inside.

Mireille, go to the kitchen, please.

And shut the door.

Yes, Ma'am.

Hello, Miss.

Well, where have you been?

Where were you all night?

Where's Mum?

I'm here, Jeanne. Listen, child, please...

Speak.

- What this? - It's for Mum.

I didn't know if I'd see you.

Really? How very kind.

What's the suitcase for?

Planning a trip?

- Yes. - With whom, may I ask?

Someone I love and who needs me.

- Jeanne, what are you doing? - I insist you tell me!

Who is this man?

What does he live on?

- You wouldn't care. - Really?

We want to live together and I'm proud of it.

Go on.

I'm glad he chose me, because he's had a hard life.

- And he's defenseless. - Is that all?

Have you finished?

Yes.

Good.

- Please leave. - What are you going to do?

Don't worry, I'm leaving too.

Dad!

Don't do that, Dad. I beg you!

If you only knew!

Listen, Dad...

So, will you have it?

No, thanks.

Have fun, I'll be right back.

Still not drinking?

No, thanks.

What time is it?

Five to five. Why?

Excuse me.

Has no one called for me?

Are you sure?

Yes, or I'd have told you.

Thank you, you're very kind.

Happy to oblige.

Two francs 50 from five.

All is well.

She won't call now.

- Was she supposed to call? - Yes.

In case she had a problem.

So she hasn't had a problem.

- No. - So you'll see her at home.

- Yes. - Now?

In a little while. What do you care?

You love her?

If I said no, would you believe me?

And how are you feeling?

I feel anything is possible now.

I could paint the whole world.

But if I were to paint the whole world...

I'd paint a portrait of her.

You're a funny guy, you know.

Why?

Well, everything is fine.

No one will be able to accuse me of having a bad influence on you.

I met you with a glass of alcohol, I leave you with a glass of water.

If I were you, I'd be wary though...

You might have a nasty surprise.

Remember, back in Montmartre, when you didn't drink?

Your paintings were worthless.

If you'd stuck to drinking water...

you'd have ended up with the old timers.

- If you really love that kid... - Yes?

Forget her. Trust me.

It's the greatest proof of love you can give her.

Nonsense!

You've known her 48 hours!

Why would you torture an innocent young girl?

You think she'll be unhappy with me?

You are absolutely impossible to live with, Modi.

It's not your fault.

I put up with you because I'm a little mad

and I can afford to.

But her...

She doesn't deserve this.

Now go or she'll be waiting.

No, leave it.

You may leave me, but you may not pay.

No, no, don't be ridiculous.

Look.

I've written a short article on you.

I hope you like it. Only fifteen lines.

I had no subject. I had to write about something!

Thank you.

Here.

Give her that from me.

She's so young... she should like it.

Good bye.

Miss, how much?

Five for the small one, ten for the big one.

I'll pay for two big ones, but I'll only take one.

The other is for the lady in the white fur. Thank you.

He's crazy, that's for sure.

What do you want?

The Hebuterne family. Which floor?

- Who do you want? - The Hebuterne family.

Third floor. But they're not in.

- How so? At this hour? - They're on a trip.

That's impossible.

I told you. Father, mother and daughter.

It's not true!

Where are you going?

Come down!

You can't go up without my permission!

Come down or I'll call the police!

Open, Jeanne!

It's me, Modi!

Jeanne!

Open up!

Stop that racket!

I'm going to kick you out.

You, go back downstairs.

Get a pen and paper ready.

Yes, doctor.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Miss.

Ma'am.

I'm sorry to bother you, Rosalie. I'm here because I'm worried.

Me too.

Give me the ink.

What happened?

Modi had a fit last night.

What kind?

You, set the tables.

What fit?

Tell me, Rosalie.

The doctor is concerned. He's in my room, examining Modi.

Modi is in your room?

Yes. Why? Do you mind?

Not at all.

I only have one bedroom.

I don't know where I'll sleep tonight.

If I can be of any help...

Thanks, I'll manage.

You can sit there, doctor. Here's all you need to write.

Thank you very much.

It's very serious.

He shouldn't remain here.

He needs fresh air and plenty of rest.

It would be ideal if he could leave at once.

He must go far away.

To the South, for instance.

Or else I don't give him six months.

Sit as you did yesterday.

- How was it? - You were facing the other way.

Be natural, think of nothing.

Why? Does thinking make you ugly?

Well, does it?

No,

but it can sometimes hurt you.

You think too much. It might play a nasty trick on you.

Still no news?

Who said I was waiting for news?

It's obvious. You're always distracted.

All the girls here have tried to pick you up.

You haven't even noticed.

Yet it's no skin off your nose.

Women like you. That's why we model for you.

To take your mind off things.

What's that bruise?

That's nothing. It's Marcel.

Do you like the colour?

Keep still.

Don't try too hard.

You'll never do as good a job as my wardrobe mirror.

I'm not trying to show you as you are

but as I see you.

We'll still be friends!

Madame Lulu, your client, the solicitor, is waiting in room 7.

I'm coming.

I won't be long.

I'll send Marguerite along.

No, I can't start with one and finish with another.

In my job, it often happens!

May I?

Help yourself.

I'll be right back.

Marcel!

- What's going on? - I thought you were in Monaco.

Who asks the questions? You or me?

I've done nothing wrong. He's painting me.

Painting you!

- See for yourself. - Wait a minute.

So I turn my back and you play Mona Lisa!

Madame plays truant while the client waits.

Go, he's expecting you. See you at the bar later for a chat.

I swear, Marcel...

Shut your mouth and get your arse ready.

Tell me, how many times has she been slacking in here?

Three or four. Why?

Four times. She must have stopped the meter.

Let's say 10 times. That's 150 francs.

Special rate for artists.

Even if I had 150 francs I wouldn't give you a cent.

You think I'm the tax man?

150 francs or a beating!

Sure, I'll give you a beating.

- You beating me? - Yes.

You give me a beating?

You've got the wrong person.

No, I haven't.

Well, I like you. You're a real man.

Fancy that!

What? Can't I have a drink with my friend?

Sir...

Introduce me, will you?

This is Marcel, a friend from the hotel.

Glad to meet you. This is my friend...

What's your name?

Modigliani.

- Corsican? - No.

Good. Modigliani, a famous painter all the way from Paris.

I won't ask your name, we're among friends.

- What will you have? A Pernod? - No, a beer.

Good. A beer for my friend.

Has anyone ever painted you?

- I've never had the opportunity. - You're in luck.

This is your chance and you mustn't let it go.

Ah, you're married.

On Saturday, when your wife asks where you've been,

tell her you're getting your portrait done.

That'll shut her up!

We'll make a deal for the price. He's painting Lulu...

Magnificent! I gave him 400 francs.

Come over here.

It will be better for modelling.

- I'll watch. - Idle on a Saturday? Off you go!

You won't recognise yourself. Magnificent!

Mr Modigliani, come and see!

Come quick!

Look. I think she's coming.

Look!

There!

Jeanne.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you have a nice trip?

Where are we?

In Nice.

Where is the sea?

Over there?

Over there?

Over there?

I have no idea.

- You haven't left your room? - No. I've been waiting for you.

And if I hadn't come, you wouldn't have seen Nice?

What for?

Have you thought of me?

Remember the day I first laid eyes on you?

Yes.

Why?

Listen, Jeanne.

When you looked at me,

I felt my life begin.

I've loved you for so long.

I had seen you well before that.

At the Kissling preview.

You were so handsome!

I looked everywhere for you.

I caught glimpses of you a few times.

At the Dôme or in the streets...

I hid.

I was afraid you'd find me ugly.

Now I'm not so afraid.

A little less.

You're here now, Jeanne.

Yes.

Thanks to Zborowski. He's been so kind, Modi.

He stayed with me until the train left.

I like Zborowski.

Why didn't you write?

I was locked in my room.

I didn't see my mum. Only my father, who brought my meals.

But I wrote to you.

Here's your mail.

You don't need to read them all.

They all say the same thing, in different ways.

No. Don't look at me.

You're ashamed?

No, not anymore.

You've given me everything you promised me.

My love.

My Jeanne.

It's so nice here. I'm afraid to go back.

No, my darling, we'll be happy in Paris.

We can live well, you know.

You'll sell a painting a month, then two.

Two?

Why two?

When we have a child.

Look, I've written down all our expenses.

You think of everything.

You even consider the impossible.

A painting a month!

With a little luck.

Yes, with a lot of luck.

Jeanne.

I so want you to be happy.

If I make you unhappy, it won't be on purpose.

Believe me.

It will be in spite of myself.

I love you as you are, I've no fear.

I'm ready.

Shall we go in?

That's what we came for.

Exhibition of paintings and drawings by Modigliani

Hello. Where's the boss?

How nice of you!

- You know Suzanne? - Of course.

You've been great! I'm delighted with the exhibition.

I hope it works out. Not for me, but for him.

I know. Where is he?

Over there, with Jeanne and some friends.

If you knew how shy and afraid he is! But do go.

Mr Morel!

What a pleasure to see a colleague! A special one, too.

Do you like it?

It looks interesting.

Some are wonderful. Let me show you.

Not today, it's too crowded. Too many friends, as usual.

I'll come tomorrow, when no one is in.

No one? Why?

Tomorrow we'll have the real art lovers.

You think so?

See you tomorrow, Mrs Weill.

So long, Mr Morel.

- What did he want? - He's a bastard.

Why did he come? He'll bring bad luck.

What did he say?

Hello, Zboro!

Hello, dear friend.

What a crowd!

You see?

How's Modi? Well?

Very well.

- Is he happy? - Very.

I'm pleased.

I know.

Well! Your opinion of me has improved.

Indeed.

Why? Because I'm leaving him alone?

Maybe.

Or maybe because he still drinks without me,

despite of his great love... and you.

Am I wrong?

No.

Zboro, you are very kind,

but not very smart.

That's probably why I'm kind.

Probably. See you later.

Remarkable. Quite remarkable.

Anything else?

No, thank you. That will do.

Hello, Jeanne.

Hello, Modi.

Are you happy?

- Darling. - I'm thirsty.

After all you've drunk? Impossible.

In that case I'm leaving.

Modi!

But...

Goodbye, Sir.

Where on earth are you going?

What's got into you?

I'm leaving.

- Will you be back tomorrow? - What for?

I think we've failed.

It would appear so.

I'm going home.

Wait there.

Who's the owner of the gallery?

Madame.

Hello.

I'm the Commissaire.

Please remove that painting from the window.

No excuses.

Your nude has pubic hair. It's disgusting.

- You have two minutes. - You can't be serious!

I'm not speaking to you.

So? I'm waiting.

I shall do as you say, but under duress.

Duress? Will you sue us?

You are not funny, Sir.

I beg your pardon? Say that again!

I'll obey you, Sir.

But I don't understand.

This nude isn't obscene. There are many others.

All the journalists have seen them. They wrote favourable reviews.

The press doesn't make the law. Fortunately.

Excuse me.

Inside, it is allowed.

Alas, yes.

Show me your ID papers.

They're in order.

Keep it that way.

As for you, Ma'am, be more careful in future.

Verdammte Schweinerei! That's it, I have a migraine.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you alone?

For the time being.

Yes, it's like that.

What do you mean?

Just that Modigliani won't sell.

At least while he's alive.

Really? May I ask why?

Because he's bad luck.

- I don't believe in that nonsense. - You should.

Tell me...

how many Modiglianis have you sold?

A few.

- How many? - Three or four.

To friends.

Why have you come here?

For professional reasons.

I buy and sell paintings

and I'm interested in Modigliani's paintings.

Very interested.

Really! Are you going to buy?

No, not yet.

I'll wait a little while.

Your friend drinks an awful lot, and he won't stop.

People like him never stop, until the day...

Then Modigliani will be big business.

Get up.

Right. Now what?

Get out!

You're not tough enough to use that tone.

But I'm a quiet man.

I never make a fuss.

One of my principles.

Some "principles"!

You'll never have any of his paintings!

I'd rather sell the shirt off my back.

You're a pig, a despicable pig.

A vulture.

See you at the cemetery.

Good evening.

You break the glass, you pay for it.

That'll cost 100 francs at least.

I'll take my leave.

Darling, let's go home, shall we?

Come, I beg you.

No.

- You won't? - No!

Modi!

There it is.

That will be the look on your face when I'm dying.

You say nothing.

Say something. Anything.

Let me at least hear your voice.

Won't you scold me for drinking?

Won't you demand the 1,000 francs I got for your portrait?

"The Painter's Wife".

Sold... "The Painter's Wife".

Here's what's left.

126.60 francs.

We'll be able to eat, with that.

No.

To the Seine!

I'm throwing it in the Seine.

The Seine!

Let the Seine, at least, believe me to be rich!

Modi, you'll fall in!

At last a shout!

What if we put an end to it?

If we threw ourselves into the water?

To die together... Wouldn't that please you?

Later, they would talk about us. "The legend of Modigliani"...

Between a great death and a sorry life, no hesitation.

I give you the Seine.

It's my wedding gift.

It won't make any difference.

You've always looked like you drowned.

I'll do as you say, Modi.

She said yes!

That's all she knows how to say: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"You want to die?" "Yes."

"Sleep under a bridge?" "Yes."

"Starve to death?" "Yes."

"Sell your body?" "Yes."

She loves me, that kid! She loves me!

Is it my fault, if she loves me?

Jeanne.

If you love me,

am I to blame?

Stop it, please, Modi.

You have to leave me.

You must forget me.

My life is falling apart.

Run away before it's over.

I don't want to be a bastard.

If you stay with me,

I'll be a bastard.

Let me put my hand on your arm.

He's asleep?

What are you doing? Painting postcards?

The bookshops buy them off me for 25 sous.

I've painted seven since yesterday. This is my eighth.

I'll have 10 francs.

- I hope he doesn't find out. - No, no.

With the money, I'll buy rice.

I'll have plenty and it will last us a long time.

I like you a lot, my dear.

Zboro likes you, too.

Jeanne, wake him up, I've got a taxi waiting outside.

What's going on?

This one.

This one too.

Put all of these in the taxi.

- You found a buyer? - The buyer!

Hurry, I'll explain on the way.

Come, Jeanne, help me.

What are you up to?

Ah, it's you, Zboro.

- Come on, Modi, stand up. - Stop shaking me!

I'm not! You have to come.

Why?

You're going to be rich! You hear me?

I don't want to be rich.

Come on, Modi! We have an appointment.

No.

I don't have an appointment.

I have no appointment at all.

But I've arranged a meeting,

at the Ritz hotel, with a very rich American.

We're going to sell him all your paintings!

No...

Not all of them.

I don't want to sell them all, in one go.

Sell those you want.

Come on, Modi! I'm begging you!

Alright.

A second. May I?

There we go.

Now...

I can go to the Ritz.

Put this on.

Do I need to look like a millionaire?

You have to impress Americans.

To wear a tie... for a guy who may not buy a thing.

I saw him earlier. He's keen and desperate to meet you.

He's going to argue, make us come back...

Impossible! He's leaving for New York tonight.

You won't know what to do with all the money.

At this stage, I'd sell all my canvases for a sandwich.

For Jeanne.

Don't be silly. I'll do the talking.

Don't you say a word.

Look at you...

Are we selling my paintings or my face?

I'm not a whore.

Come on, Johnny, eat!

He doesn't want it!

Third floor.

This way.

Very nourishing, sugar.

Ready?

- Let's get out of here. - No, don't make a scene.

Come in.

I'd would like 50 bottles of champagne sent up.

The one I drank the other night with Mr Barnes.

Please sit down.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

I found a marvellous café. It's called La Pérouse.

I buy my wine there. It's fabulous.

Allow me to introduce...

Mrs Modigliani? Delighted.

And the famous Mr Modigliani.

Sit down, please.

- And Mr... - Zborowski.

Delighted, delighted, delighted.

Unfortunately, we must be quick.

Our train leaves in an hour and my wife hates to rush.

May I see the paintings?

Here.

I love paintings. Wait, I'll show you something.

A fine acquisition.

Cézanne. A genuine Cézanne.

Indeed.

A critic told me

amazing things about it.

Painting cannot be explained.

But this critic is a very clever man.

Critics talk utter drivel.

What does that mean?

Mr Modigliani means

that only poets can talk about paintings,

because they transpose, as painters do.

Will you have a whisky?

- Whisky, Ma'am? - No, thanks.

Something else? Dry? Vermouth? Brandy?

I don't drink alcohol, but I'd like...

- Go ahead! - A hot chocolate?

Cartier? Have them brought up, please.

Thank you.

I have to pack up my Cézanne.

I love this landscape.

Do you paint landscapes?

No.

Pity!

You know what Van Gogh said?

- He'd rather paint the eyes... - Walter!

Come with me.

Here's the necklace and a pen for you.

This is for my Cézanne.

When he buys a painting, I buy a jewel.

It's fair.

That's why you have to give me a good price.

Don't! He's wealthy enough to pay.

Excuse me.

So, what did Van Gogh say?

He said...

he'd rather paint the eyes of homeless people

than cathedrals.

There's something in their eyes you don't find in cathedrals.

That's blasphemous!

Van Gogh drank a lot.

Yes.

Not for pleasure.

To deaden himself.

Painting is hard work, Mr Dickson.

Sure, sure.

Yes.

We bang our heads against the wall.

Van Gogh said something amazing.

Something a millionaire couldn't understand.

He told someone who criticised him for his excesses,

"I had to get drunk

"to capture that bright yellow hue I captured this summer."

But I don't care to talk about him when I'm selling a painting.

That's blasphemous.

Show me the paintings.

Zboro.

I'll start with this very nice one.

No. Everything at once. That's how I like it.

- All of them? - Yes, display them here.

Let me help you.

Very good. This is wonderful.

Excellent paintings!

Very nice. Beautiful!

I like them very much.

My husband's mad. We must leave and he's buying paintings!

Here, have a chocolate.

They're delicious.

Would you like one?

Sir?

I'll leave the box.

My wife is always in a hurry.

I like this idea of empty eyes.

- Outside life. - You're quite right.

Yet there's a look in that blue...

like in another life.

This gives me an idea.

This summer I'm going to launch another perfume.

A perfume? Really!

"L'Eau bleue" - "Blue Waves"

"L'Eau bleue"? Lovely name!

And?

Don't you understand?

This painting could be the face of my perfume.

"Blue Waves"... It would feature on the labels.

Yes, I understand.

On labels?

- On the bottles? - On the boxes as well.

- And on posters? - In France and elsewhere.

On billboards?

Huge ones!

In the subways?

- And in urinals? - What does that mean?

Come on, Jeanne.

What's going on?

What's got into you? Didn't you understand?

I understood perfectly.

Mr Dickson, I'm awfully sorry. He's a bit nervous.

But we'll come to an agreement.

Which canvas has caught your fancy? This one... or that one?

You see, it's too late. We're leaving.

For you, it's too late as well. Here's a farewell tip.

Thank you.

I'm truly sorry, Ma'am.

Goodbye, Sir.

Your hat.

Thanks.

Porter! Don't forget this one. It contains my Cézanne.

Modi! Fancy that! What are you doing here?

I came here to sell paintings.

I'm delighted for you.

This is Mr Fitzgibbon, my fiancé. He doesn't speak French.

And old Zboro!

- How are you? - Very well.

I'm writing a novel. You're all in it!

You gave me a rough time!

I saw your exhibition. I liked it a lot.

But what a scandal! And all because of my nude.

A charming one. I wanted to show it to my fiancé.

He didn't know what I looked like.

Right, Harry?

And I look pretty good, remember?

You could introduce me to your wife! She looks charming.

Does he hit you as well? I hope not.

Don't fall for it, or else you've had it!

I'm off to Copenhagen tomorrow. We'll meet up when I get back.

The five of us. It'll be lovely!

See you soon. Good luck.

Modi, is something wrong?

No, I'm fine.

Wouldn't you like to come in and eat something?

- Later. - Alright. See you later.

My love...

Jeanne...

For us, on the other side...

there'll be eternal joy, won't there?

Yes, Modi, eternal joy.

We'll be happy.

I'll love you...

Poor Jeanne.

Forgive me.

Why?

I'm happy, you know. Very happy.

It's so dark.

Where are you going so late?

To look for money.

I'll find some.

You won't ever be hungry again.

I swear.

Let me come with you.

No.

Modi!

Little girls mustn't go out at night.

Good night, Mr Modi.

Good night.

I'm Modigliani.

Five francs for a sketch.

100 sous for a sketch.

Five francs.

- 100 sous for a sketch. - I said no!

I'm Modigliani.

Five francs for a sketch.

These two guns in the steeple were shooting like at a fun fair!

I'm Modigliani.

Five francs.

Five francs for a sketch.

Five francs for a sketch.

I'm Modigliani.

Sketches for five francs.

Take this.

It's very nice, but I wouldn't know where to put it.

Well then, my friend...

Who are you? I don't recognise your voice.

A friend.

Good evening.

Good evening, my friend.

His family must be informed. Do you have his address?

He has no papers.

This man knows who he is but not his address.

We're off. We'll inquire tomorrow.

Good evening and thank you.

I'm listening, my friend.

Yes, I'm listening.

I'm listening.

Yes, I'm listening.

It's over.

Could you find his address tonight?

I'll try.

26 Rue Falguière.

Forgive me, Sir.

I was expecting someone, so you startled me.

Morel, art dealer.

But it's late and I must be disturbing you.

No, Sir. Do come in.

Unfortunately, Mr Modigliani is out...

but he should be back soon.

Would you like a seat?

No, thanks. That won't be necessary.

It's late, and you may not want to wait for him.

But I can give him a message.

May I?

Of course. Let me bring you a lamp.

Do you like them?

Very much.

I like them very much.

That makes me happy. Modi is so talented.

Will you buy one of his canvasses?

I'm going to buy quite a few.

May I?

Naturally! Anything you want, Sir.

Modi will be so happy!

And I pay cash.

It's not about money.

Modi is an artist. He needs encouragement.

It's been so long since someone bought one of his paintings. So long.

Yes, I understand.