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LOVERS OF MONTPARNASSE

The authors of this film were

inspired by some true episodes

and had no intention of writing a historical film.

Nowadays, every

Museum and collectors all over the world

fight over the works of Modigliani.

Each of his paintings is worth millions.

In 1919, when he was still alive no one wanted his paintings.

Hopeless and distressed, "Modi" doubted his genius.

You're frozen! Move a little and look natural.

Don't you think so? - I'm finished.

Sign his picture.

Thanks, you can keep it.

How much do I owe you?

You owe me nothing. - I said, I'd pay.

Whom do I owe?

The waiter. You agreed to pay the drinks for

the artist and his friends.

Waiter! - Coming, sir.

How much?

Nothing, Sir.

You may go.

Let him pay, we are broke.

I'll pay tomorrow.

Well Sir, tomorrow. - I said I'll pay, how much?

Let's start with you.

Two drafts...is that all? 40 cents.

What did you have?

Sausage and a brock.

A salchichon sandwich.

Modi!

Evening. - Evening!

You're leaving without me? - Yes, I was leaving.

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

I could go with you.

Would you like me to?

Doesn't matter. - Great!

So, let's go to my home.

To leave...

To quit...start over.

Bravo!

Love makes you eloquent.

Your words make me thristy.

So...

your false delusions are over...

the faux genius?

Take this.

If you think you'll get me with this,

you're wrong.

I drink to live alone, without you.

You'd die without me.

And that'd be as if you never were.

No one but the bartenders will remember you.

Only 'cause of the money you owe for your damned drinks.

Won't you slap me?

Again!

Good day, Mr. Modi. - Hi, Catherine.

Look.

Finally made an appearance.

Is it better now?

Don't worry, we have our customs.

Where are you coming from? You had a row with B�atrice?

B�atrice and I are over.

Why? She ran out of opium?

You dropped me, when I denied you your Beaujolais.

Had to get drunk to get me laid.

Don't be foolish, Rosalie.

Give me a bit of red. - Eh!

No commitments.

You should eat something.

Want some cheese?

No, I'm not hungry.

It's unfortunate!

Such an intelligent man. - Rosalie!

Coming!

You still have some soup? - I'll see.

Sit down!

No

Wine is a noble product.

One must drink it with reverence.

Oh, your button is falling.

Well, yes.

You're nice.

Come help, Catherine.

Good morning, Master. - Hi, professor.

You're up?

I love Paris in the morning.

It's pretty.

Especially with a glass of wine.

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

It's quiet for working and it's warm.

Are you crazy? - It's your job to serve drinks.

And mine is to drink and I need more.

No, it's over. Leave.

Go play your Modigliani somewhere else. Go!

Give me that bottle.

Drunkard!

Don't believe her, Messieurs.

Three glasses never turn my head...

and be sure, I only get drunk on myself.

Mr. Modi!

Mr. Modi!

Damn, I'll have to head upstairs.

What's going on?

See, I lost my key.

Stand up. What are you doing on the ground?

I stumbled.

You're already drunk?

Modi, you give me a lot of grief.

Modi! How's it going? - Hi, Miaucha.

All's well, dear. Very well.

See you later!

Instead of breaking down the door,

why didn't you ask for the master key?

Because, I didn't pay my rent.

I see. - It's me.

Hi, Miss. Solomon. You didn't have to come up, it's bad for you.

Chair? - No, thanks.

You haven't been around for weeks, you could have told the concierge.

Sorry.

Here's your shirt, washed and pressed.

�Miss Solomon, you are an angel! - I'm not sure about that.

To be a concierge in such a place one must be a fiend.

Here's your receipt for the rent.

That's terrible, I'm broke.

I'm not asking for money. Monsieur paid for you.

Now you can stop sneaking by my place.

Thanks. I didn't know you were rich.

I played poker.

I started with 12 francs and ended up with 350.

Did you break up with B�atrice?

Yes.

This time, it's over.

Modi!

Come here!

There is your glass.

I've been waiting for an hour.

You left abruptly this morning.

One doesn't leave a half-dead woman without saying goodbye.

I thought you'd be angry.

Did you have any lunch?

No.

A two cent stamp, please.

B�atrice. - Yes?

Last night... - What?

Tell me the truth.

Did I really hurt you?

No, only a bit. You almost half-killed me with you spanking.

But did we make love? - Yes, in between.

Ah, good.

Well, I feared I had really hurt you.

You were also a real 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.

There at least, I'm alone.

It's an interesting theory.

I love your paradoxes. Yet, I often have the impression

that you make fun of people.

Who, for example? - Me, for instance.

I don't always go along, you know.

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

Or mine.

I'll model for you.

Don't you fell like painting me? - No.

My respects.

Don't drink to much! Or drink and think of me!

So, tired already?

Hi, master!

Sit over there, you'll be fine.

You like Fernand L�ger, don't you? - Yes, why?

Nothing wrong with that.

You know you'd make a great model?

Once you...

Well!

Who's she? One would think a virgin from a cathedral.

A proper girl. Her father brought her here.

A painter? - No.

A clerk or department head.

Serious, strict, a decent person. Legi�n de honor, antiques at home.

A destiny of fine arts for her.

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

Where I come from, there are plenty of sources.

Careful now, I live in the neighboorhood.

Careful with what? - With people, the neighbors.

Why? Are you embarrassed? - Forgive me.

I don't usually do this.

If you're asked whom you walk with

you can say, "with Modigliani," the painter

- the drunk." - You don't have a coat, take this.

I'm a donkey covered with relics.

It's raining.

I love the rain.

That's where I live, 3rd floor.

Oh! The dungeon!

I'm not fond of umbrellas either.

They hide the sky!

And I can only offer you to share the rain with me.

What a baptism!

I made a vow. - A vow? - Yes, a vow.

See you.

Two whiskys.

What a den of smoke. All these smokers, disgusting.

At least I gulp the smoke.

Get out and get some fresh air. - Beatrice!

If everyone would do the same! - Shut up!

Here, eat something.

You're very kind.

You're a nice girl.

The charming clown.

Yes, yes.

I remember you well

and of everything.

How we met.

Indeed how?

At the Rotonde, over a cognac.

Amazing!

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

Manchester... - Ah.

Me from Livourns.

If it weren't for Paris, no Beatrice.

No love.

You're pretty.

I hurt you often.

Yet, 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 like the rain...

that's all.

The rain.

It will never rain for me. - B�atrice!

Come? - Yes!

We'll leave, after this dance.

Sorry.

Hi. - Hi.

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

Thank you, you're nice.

See it's raining.

It's been a long time since we last met.

I understand now.

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

Very good. Excellent.

Look, you can't disagree.

Is she a good lover?

I don't know.

Go, be nice. - How did you meet?

Once upon a time... - What are you gonna do about it?

She's going to live with me. - What about money?

Bah, money! - Yes, yes.

'Once upon a time a rich amateur wanted to buy a Modigliani...'

This is a fairy tale, friend.

And Beatrice?

I quenched my thirst.

That would be great.

You didn't tell me her name. - Jeanne.

If you could be happy at last, that would please me, Modi.

I'll find money.

I just remembered someone!

See...you woke her.

I'm sorry, I'll leave. - What!

No, come, you idiot.

Good day, Mr. Sborowsky. - 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.

Hope to see you again soon. - Yes.

I'm going.

Now?

Yes, I want to tell my parents.

Then I'll pack

and then come back.

What's on your mind?

You don't want me to?

Maybe you've had second thoughts, while I slept.

I love you, Jeanne.

I'll be back.

Jeanne!

Are you sure?

Yes.

What time will you be back? - By six at the latest.

I'll be at the bar till five. Should something happen, please call.

Nothing will happen.

Jeanne!

What if you don't come back...

See you soon, Modi.

Ser, here she comes.

Where? - Over there, by the sidewalk.

Please get inside.

Go to the kitchen, please.

And shut the door. - Yes, Madame.

Good day. - Sir.

Well, where are you coming from?

Where did you spend the night?

Where's mama?

I'm here, Jeanne. Listen child, I beg you...

Speak.

What does this mean? - It's not for you, it's for mama.

I did'n know if I would see you... - You are really nice.

What's this suitcase for?

Going on 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's this man? How does he support himself - You wouldn't care.

Really!

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

Go on.

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

And he is defenseless. - Is that all?

Are you finished?

Yes.

Good.

Could you please leave. - Julien, What are you going to do?

Don't worry, I'm coming.

Papa!

Don't do it Papa. I beg you.

If you only knew!

Listen to me, papa. Papa!

You'll want it? - No, thanks.

Have fun, I'll be right back.

You're still not drinking? - No, thanks.

What time is it?

Almost five, why?

Sorry, excuse me.

Has someone called for me?

You're sure?

Yes, otherwise I would have found you.

Thank you, you're very kind. - No, I'm at your service.

Account 5: 2.50.

All is well.

She won't call anymore.

Why? Was she supposed to call? - Yes.

Just in case something came up.

She didn't, therefore, no problem.

No. - So, you're gonna meet her at home?

Yes. - Now?

Soon,

what do you care? - And you love her?

If I told you no, would you believe me?

And how are you feeling?

I have the feeling I can do anything I want.

That I could paint the whole world.

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

...it's a portrait of her.

You're a funny guy, you know that?

Why?

Well, everything is fine.

No one will accuse me of being a bad influence on you.

I met you with a glass of booze and I leave you with a glass of water.

In your place, I'd be wary...

This will turn bad for you.

Remember when at Montmartre, you didn't drink?

Your painting was worthless.

Were you still drinking water...

...you'd end up with the old timers.

If you really love that child. - Yes?

Forget her, believe me, forget her.

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

You're talking nonsense! - Why, you've known her 48 hours.

Why torture an innocent girl who did you no wrong?

You think she'll be unhappy with me?

You are 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 it.

But her...

But she doesn't deserve it.

Now go or she'll be waiting.

No, leave it.

You may leave me, but I wish to pay.

No, no. - No, no, don't be ridiculous.

Look.

I've written a short article on you.

Hope you like it.

15 lines.

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

MODIGLIANI, The Great?

Thank you.

Here.

Give it to her from me.

She should like it, given her age.

So long.

Miss, how much?

Five for the small one, ten for the bigger.

I'll pay for two big ones, but I'll just keep one.

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

He's certified crazy!

What is it?

The Hebuterne family, what floor?

Whom do you wish to see? - The Hebuterne family, what floor?

Third floor. But no one is there.

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

That's impossible. - I told you, the father

the mother, and daugther. - Not true!

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Come down! You have no right without my permission.

Come down here fast or I'll call the police!

Open, Jeanne!

It's me, Modi!

Jeanne!

Open up!

Jeanne...

Jeanne!

You're crazy to make such noise!

I'm going to get you out of here.

You, get downstairs fast.

Get me a pen and paper, I am coming down.

Yes, doctor.

Good day!

Good day.

Good day, Miss. - Madame.

Sorry to bother, Rosalie, I'm here because I'm a little worried.

Me too...

Give me some ink. - What's become of him?

Modi had a crisis last night.

What kind?

Please set the tables.

What crisis?

Tell me, Rosalie.

The doctor is concerned. He's up in my room checking.

Modi is in your room? - Yes, why? Do you mind?

Not at all.

I have only that room, you know. 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 air and plenty of rest.

It would be best if he could leave at once.

He must go far away. To the seaside.

Or he won't make it six months.

Pose like you did yesterday. - How was it?

You turned the other way. - Ah, yes.

Be natural, think of nothing.

Why? Thinking makes one ugly?

I ask if it turns one ugly?

No,

but it may hurt you.

You think too much. That will be bad for you.

Always without a word?

Who told you I'm waiting for news?

It is easy, you're always absent.

Here all the girls have tried to lift you up.

And you haven't even noticed.

Yet it would cost you nothing.

You charm women, that's why we model for you. Change your mind?

What's that bruise on your arm?

Nothing, it's Marcel.

Do you like this color?

Stay still.

Don't worry too much.

You will never paint like my 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 notary is waiting.

I'm coming.

I won't be long. In the meantime, I'll fetch you Marguerite.

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

In my job, it often happens.

May I?

Go ahead.

Good bye, see you soon.

Marcel!

What are you doing here? - I thought you were in Monaco.

You asks the questions? You or me?

I've done nothing wrong, he's doing my portrait. - Your portrait?

As you can see. - Wait a minute.

So I turn my back and you become Mona Lisa.

Madame plays hooky while the client waits.

Go, they're waiting. See you at the bar.

I swear, Marcel...

Stop babbling and get your ass ready.

How many times has she come here to take it easy?

Three or four. Why? - Four times.

She must have stopped the meter.

That would have been 150 francs. Artist's special?

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

Think you're talking to the tax man?

150 or a beating.

I'd much rather give you the beating.

You beating me? - Yes.

Beating me? - Yes. - Me? - You.

You are wrong about me.

No.

At least you please me, you're a real man.

And now this?

What? Don't I have the right to drink with my buddy?

Mr.

Introduce me, please?

Yes, this is Marcel, a friend from the hotel.

Glad to meet you. This is... What's your name?

Modigliani. - Corsican? - No. - Better.

Modigliani, a famous painter all the way from Paris.

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

What will you take? A Pernod? - No, a draft.

Very good. A pint for my friend. Say...

has anyone done you portrait?

No, haven't had the chance yet. - Well you're in luck.

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

Ah, you're married.

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

...tell her: "Getting my portrait done." She will have to shut up!

We'll make a deal for the price.

Now he's doing Lulu. It's great!

I'll give him 400 francs.

Come here.

It will be better for modelling.

I'll watch. - Idle on a Saturday? Beat it!

You won't recognize yourself. A beauty he is.

Mr. Modigliani! Come here, look!

Come quick!

Look. I think she's coming.

Look!

There!

Jeanne!

Good day.

Good day.

Did you have a nice trip? - Yes.

Where are we?

In Nice.

Where is the sea? Over there?

Over there?

Or over there?

I have no idea, dear.

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

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

What for?

Have you thought of me?

Remeber the day I saw you for the first time?

Yes.

Why?

Listen, Jeanne.

When you looked at me

I felt as if my life began.

I've loved you for so long.

I had seen you well before that.

At the Kissling opening.

You were so handsome!

Then, I looked all over for you.

I saw you a few times.

At the bar or in the streets...

I hid.

I was afraid you'd think I'm ugly.

Now, I'm less afraid.

A little less.

Now you're here, Jeanne.

Yes.

Thanks to Sborowsky. He was so kind, Modi.

He didn't part from me until the train.

I like Sborowsky.

Why didn't you write?

I was locked in my room.

I didn't see my mother. Only my father, who brought food.

But I wrote you.

Here's the postman.

You don't need to read them all.

They all say the same thing, but differently.

No. Don't look at me.

You're ashamed? - No, not anymore.

You gave me everything

you promised me.

My love!

My Jeanne!

We're so fine here. I'm afraid to go back.

No dear, we'll be happy in Paris.

We can live well you know.

You'll see a painting a month. Then two.

Two?

Why two? - When we have a child.

Look, I wrote down all our expenses.

You think about everything. Even the impossible.

A painting a month! - With a little luck.

Yes, with a lot of luck.

Jeanne.

I wish so much that you'd be happy.

If I made you unhappy, it wouldn't be on purpose.

You must believe me.

That would be in inspite of myself.

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

Shall we go in? - Sure we came for it.

EXHIBITION OF DRAWINGS AND PAINTINGS BY MODIGLIANI

Good morning. Where's the boss?

That's so nice of you.

You know Suzanne? - Of course.

You've been great! If you knew how much this makes me happy.

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

I understand. Where is he?

Over there, with Jeanne and friends.

If you knew how shy and afraid he is... but go.

Mr. Morel!

What a pleasure to see a colleague. A special one.

Do you like it? - It looks very interesting.

Some are wonderful. Let me show you.

Not today. Too crowed, too many friends as always.

I'll be back tomorrow, when no one is in.

No one?! Why? Tomorrow we'll have the real costumers.

You think so?

See you tomorrow, Madame Weill.

So long, Mr. Morel.

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

Why did he come? He'll only bring bad luck. - What did he say?

Hi, Sboro! - Hi, beauty.

What a crowd! - You see?

How's Modi? Well? - Very well.

Are you happy? - Very.

I'm pleased. - I know.

Why, I you think better of me!

Indeed.

Why? Because I leave him alone now?

Maybe.

Or maybe because he still drinks without me...

in spite of his great love... and you.

Am I wrong? - No.

Sboro dear, you are very good. But not very smart.

Maybe that's why I am so kind. - It must be.

Terrific, really great.

Anything else? - No, thanks, that'll do.

Hi, Jeanne.

Hi, Modi.

Are you happy at least?

My darling - I'm thirsty.

After all you've drank? Not possible.

In that case I'm leaving.

Modi!

But...

Bye, gentlemen.

Are you crazy? Where are you going?

What's come over you? - I'm leaving.

Will you be back tomorrow? - What for?

I think we've failed.

I believe so.

I'm going home.

Wait for me there.

Who's the owner of the gallery? - Madame.

Good day. - Good day.

I'm the Chief of the Precinct.

I demand the removal of the painting in the window.

What?. - No comments.

Your nude has pubic hair. Disgusting.

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

I'm not speaking to you.

So? I'm waiting.

I will abide, Sir. But under protest.

Protest? Would you sue the police department?

You're not funny sir. - What? Say it again!

I'll obey you sir.

But I don't see the point.

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

All journalists have seen them. They wrote favorable reviews.

The press doesn't make the law, fortunately.

Excuse me.

Here.

Inside, we have the right, Monsieur.

And I regret it.

Do you have your ID?

Yes, here.

Don't push me.

And you, Madame, be more careful in the future.

I'm through. I've had enough of this headache.

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 you why?

Because he's bad luck, my friend.

I hate that word and I don't believe it. - You are wrong.

Tell me how many Modiglianis have you sold?

Some.

How many? - Three and four.

To friends.

Morel, why have you come here?

Professional need, my friend.

As you know I buy and sell paintings

and Modigliani's paintings interest me so much.

Very much.

So? Are you going to buy?

No, not yet.

I'll wait a little while.

He drinks too much and he won't stop.

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

And then great Modigliani deals.

Stand up.

So? - Get out!

You're in no position to use such a tone.

But I'm a affable man.

I don't buy trouble.

It's one of my principles.

You're funny with your "principles!"

You'll never have any of his paintings, you hear?

I would rather sell my last shirt.

You're a pig! A despicable pig.

A vulture.

See you at the graveyard.

Evening.

You break the glass, you pay for it my friend.

It will cost you at least 100 franks.

Greetings.

Darling, let's go home.

Come, I beg you.

No...

You won't?

No! - Modi!

Look, 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.

You don't scold me for drinking?

You don't demand what is left of 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.

That will buy us food.

No!

To the Seine!

I'm throwing it in the Seine.

The Seine!

The Seine!

Let it believe me to be rich! The Seine!

Modi, you'll fall over!

Ah, at last a shout!

What if we finished with it?

If we threw ourselves into the water?

To die together, would that please you?

Later, they would say about us, the legend of Modigliani.

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

I offer you the Seine,

it's my wedding gift.

And that won't change you. You already look like you've drowned.

I'll follow your wishes, Modi.

She said yes!

That's all you say: "Yes, yes!"

"Yes"

Wanna die? "yes!"

Sleep under the bridges? "Yes".

Starve to death? "Yes."

Steal bread? "Yes."

She loves that child! She loves me!

Is it my fault, if she loves me?

Jeanne...

...if you love me,...

...am I to blame?

Be good, Modi, please.

You must leave me.

You must forget me.

My life deserts me.

Run away before it's over.

I don't want to be heinous.

If you stay with me, I'll become heinous.

Let me put my hand under your arm.

He's asleep? - Yes.

What are you doing? Painting postcards?

Yes, the bookstore pays 25 sous.

I've finished seven these two days. With this one, eight. I'll have 10 francs.

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

With the money, I'll buy rice.

We'll have plenty and it will last.

I like you a lot, my dear.

Sboro also loves you.

Jeanne, wake him up, a taxi is waiting outside. You go also.

What is it?

Here.

This too.

And all this. Take them to the taxi.

You found a buyer? - The buyer!

Hurry, I'll explain in the taxi.

Come, Jeanne, help me.

Hey, what are you up to?

Ah, it's you, Sboro.

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

I'm not. You have to come with me.

For what?

To be rich! You hear me?

But I don't want to be rich.

Come Modi! We have an appointment now.

No.

I have no appointment.

No appointment at all.

I've arranged a meeting

at the Ritz hotel, with a rich American.

We're going to sell him all your paintings!

No...

Not all.

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

You will sell those you want.

Come on, Modi! I beg you!

Well.

A second. May I?

That's it.

Now,

I can come to the Ritz.

Put this on.

Must I look rich to sell a painting?

Americans, they like to be impressed. - To put on a tie,

for a guy who may not buy a thing.

I saw him just a while ago. He wants to meet you.

Yes, he will bargain, he'll argue. We'll return...

Impossible! He's leaving tonight to New York.

And you won't know what to do with the money.

At this stage, all my canvases for a sandwich.

For Jeanne. - I'll do the talking, you hear?

Don't you dare open your mouth.

Well... - Let me do it.

Is it my painting or my face we will sell?

I'm not a whore.

Eat, come, Johnny!

He doesn't want it!

Third floor.

It's here.

Look.

Very nourishing, sugar.

Ready?

What if we ran away? - Stop it Modi.

Come in.

I want 50 bottles of champagne.

Yes, up to Mr. Baren's suite.

Sit down.

Yes, yes, thank you.

Yes, yes, you'll get your check, thanks.

If you come with me...

You know I found the most marvellous

I found a marvellous restaurant on the docks.

It's called The P�rouse. The best wine is there.

It's formidable. - Allow me to present...

Mrs. Modigliani? Charming.

And the teacher. - And the famous Mr. Modigliani.

Sit down, please.

Cigar? - No, thanks.

Will you have a cigar? - Walter!

Yes, darling.

Walter, will you kindly tell me why you've invited all these people here.

When you know the trunks are packed

the boat-train is leaving and I hope we are too.

Yes darling, but I'd like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Modigliani.

And Mr. - Sborowsky. - Enchanted, enchanted, enchanted.

And now Walter will you kindly... - Yes, darling.

Could you please ring for the waiter, if you don't mind.

Well, alright.

Unfortunately we must rush.

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

Show me the paintings? - Yes.

Here.

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

My finest acquisition.

A C�zanne. A real Cezanne.

One can see. - A critic told me...

...incredible things about it.

Painting cannot be explained.

But this critic is a very bright man, understand?

Critics, Monsieur, say nothing but stupid things.

What does that mean?

Mr. Modigliani means

that only poets can talk about painting,

because they transpose, like painters do.

What will you have, a whisky?

Whisky, madame? - No, thanks.

Something else? Dry vermuth, conac?

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

...a... - Say.

...a chocolate. - Chocolate? Charming.

Waiter, a chocolate and three whiskys.

Right now, please. - Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Cartier? Send them up, please.

Thanks.

I must put back my C�zanne.

I love this landscape.

Do you paint landscapes?

No. - Pity!

You know what Van Gogh said?

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

Oh, excuse me please.

Come with me.

Here's the necklace and this is your pen.

Let me see..

This is for my C�zanne.

When he buys a painting, I buy a gem.

It's fair, yes?

Therefore, you must give me a discount.

Don't give him a discount, make him pay.

Excuse me.

What did Van Gogh say?

He'd...

...rather paint the eyes of street people...

...than the cathedrals.

There's something in those eyes you won't find in cathedrals.

That's blasphemous!

Van Gogh drank a lot, didn't he?

Yes.

Not for the pleasure of it.

To get dazzled.

Painting is hard work, Mr. Dickson.

Sure, sure.

Yes.

We bang our head on the wall.

Van Gogh said something stunning,

something untranslatable to a millionaire.

When someone scolded him for his excesses, he said:

"I had to get drunk...

...to reach that yellow I found last summer..."

I wish not to talk about Van Gogh when I'm selling a painting.

That is blasphemous.

Show me the paintings.

Sboro.

First, I'll show you something very nice.

No, no. Everything all together. Line them up, I'll help.

Are they all together? - Yes, put them there.

I'll help you.

Nice, this is wonderful.

Excellent painting!

Very nice. Beautiful!

I like these very much.

Walter!

You're really impossible. Do you realize it's nearly 5 'o clock?

He's mad. We must leave and he's still buying paintings.

Here, have a chocolate.

They are wonderful.

Like one? - Thanks.

Mr? - No.

I'll leave you the box.

Come on the boat-train is leaving. - Yes, darling.

My wife is always in a hurry.

I like this idea of empty eyes.

Beyond life. - Yes, that's true.

Yet, there is a look in this blue...

like onto another life.

This gives me an idea.

This summer I'm gonna launch another scent.

A perfume? Really! - Yes.

I'll call it Blue water..."Blue Waves".

Blue Waves? Lovely!

And?

Don't you understand?

This painting will be the new label for it.

"Blue Waves," these will help with the artwork.

I do get it, yes.

What about labels? - Yes.

On the bottles? - On wrappings as well.

And posters? - In France and around the world.

On the walls? - Enormous ones covering the city.

In the subways? - Yes.

And in the urinals? - What does that word mean?

Come on, Jeanne.

What's going on?

What's got into you? Listen, didn't you get it?.

I understood perfectly.

Listen, Mr. Dickson, I regret he's a bit nervous.

But we understand each other, yes?

Which canvas seduces you? This or that one?

Walter! This is the end, the very end.

Here is your hat and here is your coat, now let's get going.

You see, it's too late. We must go.

As for you, it's too late as well. Here's a tip.

Thanks.

Mrs. I'm really sorry.

Goodbye, Mr. - Goodbye.

Your hat.

Thanks.

My God.

Won't you please come over here.

Porter. Don't forget my C�zanne.

Modi! What are you doing here?

I came here to sell paintings. - I'm happy for you.

It's Modigliani, I told you about him.

This is Mr. Fitzgibbon, my fiance. Don't worry, he doesn't speak French.

How are you, Sboro!

How are you, B�atrice? - Very well.

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

You were a pain, you know.

I saw your show and I liked it a lot.

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

A charming one...I wish I could show it to him.

He didn't yet know how well my body was, true, Harry?

And my body is very well done, remember?

Introduce me to your wife! She looks charming.

Does he hit you as well? I hope not.

You shouldn't allow it, otherwise you'll be lost.

I'm on my way to Copenhagen. When I'm back we'll meet up.

The five of us. It'll be nice!

So long and good luck.

Modi, are you all right? - No, no, I'm fine.

Wouldn't you like to come in? Let's have something.

Later. - Well, so long.

My darling.

Jeanne...

For us, on the other side...

...there'll be eternal joy, no?

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?

To look for money.

I'll find it.

Starting today, you won't ever be hungry.

I swear.

Let me go with you.

No. - Modi!

No.

Little girls must not go out at night.

Good night, Mr. Modi. - Good night, miss.

I'm Modigliani. 5 francs a piece!

5 francs a piece.

Five francs. - No, no.

Five francs per piece.

Five francs per piece.

Five francs per piece. - I already said no!

I'm Modigliani. Five francs per piece...

There were two guns in the church tower, shooting...

I'm Modigliani.

Five francs.

Five francs a piece...

Five francs.

Five francs per sketch.

I'm Modigliani.

Five francs.

Five francs.

I'm selling sketchs for five francs.

Take this. It's pretty, but I wouldn't know where to put it.

Hello, pal.

Who are you?

I don't recognize the voice.

A friend.

Good evening.

Good evening, friend.

We must warn the family, if he has one. Have his address?

He has no papers. He knows who he is, but doesn't know where he lives.

We'll inquire tomorrow morning.

Good evening and thanks.

I hear you my friend.

Yes, I hear you.

I hear you.

I hear you, my friend.

I hear you.

It's over.

Could you find his address until this evening?

I'll try.

26, rue Falguiere!

Sorry, Monsieur. I was waiting for someone, you startled me!

Morel, art dealer.

But it's late and I've bothered you no doubt.

No, Monsieur. Please come in.

Unfortunately, Mr. Modigliani is out...

but he may be back soon.

Would you like a seat?

No thanks. Not necessary.

Of course it's late and you may not wait for him.

But if you leave a word, I'll tell him.

May I?

Sure thing. I'll bring a lamp.

Do you like it?

Very much.

I like it very much.

That makes me happy. Modi is a great talent.

Will you buy one of his paintings?

Yes! I'm going to buy quite a few.

May I?

Anything you want, Monsieur.

Modi will be so happy!

And I pay cash.

It's not for the money.

Modi is an artist. He needs encouragement.

For so long no one has bought one of his paintings!

For so long...

Yes, I understand.

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