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Back in position, please. Come on, come
on, come on. We're going to start work

any moment now.

Gio, come on, let's go. We're going to
resume work.

Artemisia, where to start you?

It can be in on the forms of the models
for you.

Women are not allowed to paint the nude
human form. You know that.

I'm surprised the nuns didn't turn you
in for vulgarity.

You know it's against the law.

What?

Back to your room.

And then we'll see what we can do with
you.

Come on, Gio, back into position. Let's
go, let's go, let's go. Come on.

Well, young lady?

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Mm.

Fuck.

Hello.

What are you doing in here?

I want you to pose for me.

Your father pays me for the work that I
do.

How are you gonna pay me?

Oh, shit.

Was that payment enough for you?

Yeah.

I was told that you were one of the most
talented artists in the city, as well

as one of the most discreet.

Some say so.

Indeed, they do.

But I must disagree.

There's something wrong, sir?

Well, to begin with, my wife's hair has
a luster like the sun.

Didn't you say that yourself?

You're so bald.

That woman with the horrid wig?

This woman you painted.

Her breasts are much too small.

They wouldn't feed a single child.

Well, your wife's breasts... Careful,
sir.

His wife was as flat as a boy.

I'm afraid I have not captured the
beauty of...

The breath that God has graced her with,
sir, on this canvas.

And the nipples.

No, the nipples are good.

The nipples look great. I look the
model.

And look at the beach.

She looks like some sort of a cripple.
Well, it simply won't do.

These are things that I can correct,
sir.

But how can you correct that awful green
cushion she's lying on?

I told him it was hideous. He demanded
it be green.

It's vulgar to the eyes.

Yes, I can see that now.

Then again, it's not all bad.

A lesser work.

Well, what can I do to make this
pleasing to you, sir?

Because I see some promise in your work,
I'll buy this canvas at half the price

we agreed on.

And I will pay the full amount for a
completely new portrait.

without the flaws.

That is most generous of you, sir.

Don't tell anybody.

I don't want anyone to think that I've
lost all of my business sense.

I hope your wife won't be disappointed.

I won't show her this one.

I will present her with a true portrait
within a week, two.

I have to take my time and be very
careful, sir, with every detail.

Art is perception.

Then he is blind.

That portrait is beautiful.

His wife is an old hag.

Yes, she is.

But it is up to us to make her
beautiful.

We did.

And he asked for that green cushion.

Yes, he did, but... We will now paint it
purple, just like you suggested.

You want to look nice for him.

God, you talk like he's my future
husband.

He could do worse.

Toffee is the most famous painter in the
province.

My father's the best painter in the
province.

But Tassie has friends at court.

Your father would not even be sharing
this commission if Tassie had not asked

for him.

Maybe you should show him your perfect
nipples. He might marry you.

Yours are almost as dead.

We have the opportunity here to do
something that will last for ages.

We have the opportunity to make a great
deal of money.

These people don't want it to paint
anything wonderful or new.

Don't be so bitter, my friend.

Bitter? I'm not bitter.

I'm just realistic.

Here's to excellent work and vision.

To money, which equals freedom.

Have you hired the models?

I sent out word that work was available.

Good. I'd like to pick my own.

Oh, screw.

I have the opportunity to make a great
deal of money. I'm not bitter.

I'm not bitter.

I want to be one of your models.

You do?

Does it pay?

Yes, it pays well.

But it's hard work.

I know hard work.

I can handle it.

Yeah, do you know this hard work?

I don't care.

I can handle it.

You must let your body be my guide.

will have you washed and dressed.

Then we'll pose you, and you must stand
still.

I can do that.

Easily.

Grab your breath.

Don't smile Show me your ass a little
more

Come

down

Good night.

There's some teeth inside.

Oh, yeah.

Whoa.

Oh, God,

it's so tingling.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

What do you mean?

I'm not hiding anything.

That's a pretty bold statement from a
young woman.

Hey, wait! Stop!

What makes you think you can do this?

What? What we do here will last for
ages.

Long after we're dust.

Yes, I realize this.

Sorry, sir.

Ah, here's the last of them.

This is my daughter, Artemisia.

She helps me with my work.

Runs errands and things.

She also paints.

Backgrounds and such.

And she's quite good if I do say so
myself.

I'm sure she's very talented.

Excuse me, please.

Antonio!

What is this?

Oh. Are these yours?

They're quite good, you realize.

Yes.

Why do you show them to me?

Because I want you to teach me.

Oh, I can't.

All right, Tamesha, what's wrong?
Nothing. Oh, something's wrong, I can

What's this?

I asked Taffy to teach me.

What? Why?

Because I'm not learning anything from
you anymore.

I can teach you everything there is to
know.

You've shown me everything you know.

Well, maybe you're right.

Please talk to him for me.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

um

Horacio's taught you well.

There's more.

There's always more.

That's why I want you to teach me, so I
can combine what I've learned from my

father into what you will hopefully
teach me.

And then what?

Then my paintings will be better.

And all this learning and teaching for,
what, a husband?

Don't want a husband.

Want to pay it. No husband.

Who will support you?

Find a sponsor.

Sponsor? So sponsors are going to stand
in line and gift you for your work?

Please teach me.

Please take me as your student.

Your father's already asked.

I ask again.

What did it take you?

That you take me as your student.

What's your art worth to you?

What?

I... The pain you must see.

Was she connected to you by a chain?

No, what do you see?

I see a window.

Come with me.

A friend should come too.

Leaves.

Green leaves.

Off dark branches.

Green grass.

Blue.

Several layers of blue in the sky.

Good.

Color and detail.

Take that.

Why do you paint this? Is it interesting
to you?

What?

The still life.

I mean, you might as well be painting
the statue.

I don't understand you.

You're trying to capture life.

Human life.

Not the ones you see every day, but
something secret.

Show me this girl's secret.

Capture something we don't normally see.

A hidden face.

Everyone's got something to hide.

Some secret fantasy.

And shameful things that they want to
hide.

Where's your father?

If you want to get tools, why do you
care?

Hey!

Mr. W has to be special.

He has to speak to you.

Now show me what she's hiding and paint
it.

Sylvia is here, all the way from
Florence.

She has come to be with you.

I miss you so.

I knew life after I would die.

What about your husband? I don't care.

Let's go back to home.

Do you?

Huh? Do you?

Do you love me?

Take her back to her husband.

I can't. I can't.

No.

Get out of here.

You're not concentrating on your work.

Nothing should interfere with your
vision.

Sylvia your mistress?

Yeah, she was.

Last year.

Pretty.

She's married to a fat man twice her
age.

So are you here to rescue her?

She'd like to think so, but I'm no hero.

Staying at the villa?

I don't know.

I gave her to Mercutio.

You gave her to Mercutio?

Yeah. Isn't that what all villainous men
do?

Not a villain.

You're an artist.

I would like to paint a man.

A nude man.

It's forbidden.

I know, by the church.

But nevertheless, I could paint you.

It's out of the question. No one would
ever have to know.

Why not?

Said no.

Gentlemen, the bishop requests your
presence.

Let us show you around.

Well, you have any more?

Of course.

Your master is pleased with the work.

Oh, no.

These are for me, not evidence.

Your master is happy with the work?

I don't think he really cares.

This one will do nicely.

I think you'll be happy with that.

Can't make it work.

What?

You're not satisfied.

You can't paint something that you don't
understand.

Children who want to play childish
games. I am not a child. I said leave.

I've wasted too much time on you.

What are you doing here?

Leave. I don't care what you want.

I want to paint.

I have no time.

Leave.

How can you paint something of which you
have no knowledge?

Can the blind paint the sunset?

Please. I cannot teach you anymore.

You're not willing to learn.

I want to learn.

Please.

Oh fuck.

mm -hmm

So, when will we be married?

There's many factors. We

just can't announce it out of the blue.

I didn't think of your father.

He will... Be patient.

Thanks, come and climb.

Is she a good student?

She's marvelous.

Yeah, she's an excellent student of
ours, you know.

Maybe this is where the work goes
slowly.

They're waiting for Tassie's
instructions.

Tassie works on his own schedule.

Certainly the bishop knew that when he
commissioned him.

But he's not here.

Maybe Tassie can be found with your
daughter.

What do you mean?

The talk is they spend many hours
together.

He's instructing her, at my request.

She shows great promise.

Instructing her in what art, Serrazio?

Painting, composition, detail.

Well, that explains why they spend so
many hours alone together.

They're not alone.

Artemisia's maid is with them at all
times.

That's not how I hear it.

We shall see.

Father!

Father! Father!

Why do you call it rape?

You've heard the others speak of her
adventures.

She's no virgin.

That's not true.

Quiet, girl.

The only solution is to have Agostino
Tassi do the honorable thing and to

my daughter as he promised.

That may not be possible.

Agostino Tassi, is it true that you are
already married to a woman in Genoa?

Yes.

Is it also true that you've been
convicted of incest with your brother's

Yes. This man raped my daughter.

And then he silenced her with a promise
of marriage.

And he's already married to another
woman.

This man must be punished.

I've made no such promise.

Quiet!

Agostino Totti, I find you completely
unrepentant for your misdeeds towards

woman. The witnesses that you've brought
in are new to this city and unknown to

me. Her family, on the other hand, are
well known.

Her reputation, although questionable in
some aspects, is certainly not that of

an insatiable whore, as these men claim.

Would it interest the court to know of
the fail of certain works of art?

Remnants. Let it be known to the court
that there is little actual physical

evidence on either side in this case.

I guess, do you know a toffee?

Although I believe you behaved as a
villain towards this woman, I cannot

sentence you on my personal beliefs.

I find you... not guilty.

I order that you never be seen in this
woman's presence again, and if you come

before me again, I'll not be lenient.