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Hm. Ah!

Behold, the incomparable Casagemas.

Carles...

I bought you something.

I heard a rumor about you, Carles.

That you put your brush down and now you cannot pick it up again.

Well, go ahead. Open it.

I can't accept this, Carles.

Why not?

Because I'm not in love with you.

I can change your mind.

No, you can't.

Carles.

Yes...

Carles, relax. Have a drink.

It's the necklace you admired.

Please just let me put it on you.

No, Carles. No, no.

Please. Why? Why not?

Because you cannot satisfy me.

I'm sorry, Carles. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Carles, wait. Carles wait!

Do you know where I can find something a little stronger?

I heard a rumor about you, Carles, put your brush down,

and now you cannot pick it up again.

I'm not in love with you. Because you cannot satisfy me.

Do I actually disgust you that much?

You should have forgotten about me, Pablo.

You need a warm bath and a strong pot of coffee.

That's all.

You think that's going to fix me?

Carles.

- I can't pay you what I owe. - Forget it.

I can't paint.

I-I can't satisfy the woman I love.

What am I going to do, Pablo?

What am I going to do?

He'll be fine once he sobers up.

He can't stay here.

He won't survive it.

So? Cable his parents.

They will put him on a train.

Look at him, Manuel. He can't travel by himself.

You can't leave now.

Not when you're having so much success.

Painting portraits of society ladies.

Imitating other artists.

So? Do something different.

It's not that simple!

It is! Remember Horta?

You weren't just copying some fancy French painters.

Because I'd never seen any.

Exactly. So you were painting what you saw.

And what you felt.

So go back to doing that. Something original.

I don't know,

I don't know if I can.

So are you leaving now to help Casagemas?

Or are you leaving because you are afraid

that you can't paint your perfect painting?

I need to finish packing.

At least you'll finish something.

Tell us about Paris, Pablito.

It must have been so exciting.

A feast for the eyes, auntie.

You were a great success, I suppose? Hm?

I sold quite a few paintings.

Oh, how wonderful.

Look who has come, Salvador. All the way from Paris.

Happy New Year, Uncle. Ah.

This is my friend, Carles Casagemas.

He's also a painter.

It's an honor, señor.

After the-the noise and glare of Paris,

we thought a few weeks by the sea could do us some good.

If you're going to stay in my house, you're going to need a haircut.

And a shave.

Of course, Uncle.

Uh, but, after paying for the journey, we're a little short of funds.

Buy yourself a respectable suit as well.

Charming fellow, your uncle.

To hell with him. And the barber.

I like our hair the way it is.

So, what are we going to do with all that money?

I have an idea.

I need you to take special care of my friend.

He's just had his heart broken.

Whoever she is, I'll make you forget her.

Don't, don't...

don't waste your time.

Hey.

Well?

Well, you were right, my friend.

Much more enjoyable than a haircut.

Show your ration card! Only one loaf, today!

So what would you like for dinner tonight?

Maybe some cheese with some soup.

What is it, darling?

Come on. Come on, cherie.

Well, that should be enough

coal to last until the end of the week.

I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner but with the curfew and...

It's all right.

Yeah.

We've just missed you.

Haven't we, Maya?

And for you, princesa, a special treat.

Pablo.

She, she saw two dead resistance fighters today.

Hanging from ropes.

Huh. You have a pair of scissors?

Uh, yes.

Yeah, ah! You did it!

Look. Pretty. Isn't she?

Oh, you should meet her friends.

Huh! Take it. Eat your apple.

Stay the night.

No, I can't.

Because you are going to see her.

Because I must work.

The Nazis won't even let you show your art.

I know but, uh, they cannot stop me from making it.

Good night.

Well hello, little paloma.

Have you come to visit me?

There is fighting in the street.

I was nearly killed by a stray bullet.

Topics such as this no longer matter.

You promised me.

But you know very well I have tried everything.

Oh, you could petition the courts again.

You are an important man.

I'm also an old man.

What would be the point of marrying you now?

Maya is eight years old.

She wants to know why her papa doesn't eat with us...

Sorry, mademoiselle, but he

is not, mademoiselle, you cannot...

Why is she here?

Get out.

Mademoiselles, please.

Why is she here, Pablo?

Dora, uh, you know very well...

that Marie-Therese is the only woman I love.

Pablo...

You heard Pablo. You may leave now.

Pablo...

Go. I will you take home.

I knew you'd choose me.

You can go, too.

But...

Yeah, I need to be alone, now.

So, you are finished with Dora.

Of course not.

And Marie-Therese?

I love Marie-Therese.

She's, kind and soft and she does everything I want her to.

And I love Dora because she's, brilliant...

Talented.

And yet you treat them so cruelly.

I can't remember the last time either

of them made me want to pick up a brush.

Or the last time I made a picture worth looking at.

I need something new.

Ole! Ole!

Ooh.

Oh, he's all right. He's not hurt.

My father had a friend who used to say,

it was every Spanish man's paradise.

Bullfight in the morning.

Bar in the afternoon.

Whorehouse at night.

Wise man, your father's friends.

Ole!

After he took me here the first time, I painted.

All in reds and golds.

It was a terrible picture.

But my mother, she thought it was a masterpiece.

But you haven't painted anything since we arrived in Málaga.

I'd rather make trouble with you.

Mm.

'Cause you're trying to help me forget about.

Germaine, or because you're avoiding work?

Ole! Ole! Ole!

Well, it's time for you to pick up a brush.

And for me to go.

Carles...

You've worked a miracle, Pablo.

I feel better than I have in months.

You cannot go back to Paris.

No, no, don't worry.

I-I'm going back to Barcelona.

To stay with my parents.

Ole!

You came.

You look well.

Oh, you look beautiful.

I am sorry I embarrassed you.

Oh...

And I really wanted to come and meet you...

No, it-it doesn't matter anymore...

You must know I am with someone else now.

So we cannot be more than friends.

I hope you can understand that.

I'm happy for you.

Really?

We should get the circus together.

Have dinner, celebrate my triumphant return to Paris.

Wonderful.

Picasso.

Is that what you're calling yourself now?

Because you're ashamed of your father's name?

My name?

Of course not, Uncle.

And you expect me to give you

money to make these obscene journals?

It's not obscene. And it's not a gift.

It-It's an investment.

Pablo. You used to make beautiful paintings.

And now you what?

A caricaturist?

Don't squander your talent, Pablo.

Alain Cuny is the most talented

actor alive and he just invited me to dinner.

How did you manage that?

I waited for him backstage after his matinee.

He thought it was very charming.

And he offered to take me to the Catalan.

The Catalan, Francoise!

Eh, he probably just wants to take you to bed.

I certainly hope so.

He must be 40. He's probably married.

So? He's famous and handsome.

But I can't go alone.

You must come with me.

No. There's too much to do here if we're going to be ready.

Oh!

The Catalan buys oysters on the black market.

When was the last time you had oysters?

And champagne?

She's his mistress?

One of them.

How many does he have?

How many women has he painted?

To art!

To art!

And to love!

Two endeavors at which I have failed miserably.

Oh, Carles. Don't say that.

Here, Germaine. Please.

Would you read this for me, please?

The chief of police and your mother, why would you...

One for you...

What the hell are you doing?

And one for me.

Carles, no!

It was horrible.

The blood. The brains, everywhere.

It is my fault.

What are you talking about?

I never should have believed him.

I shouldn't have let him leave, or I should've gone with him.

How are you supposed to know?

God. God punished me again.

Because I wasn't painting.

Jesus Christ. Pablo.

Do you really believe that God is killing

people because the great Picasso didn't paint

another one of his masterpieces today?

Where are you going?

He's coming over.

Ah.

Do you like cherries?

That's very kind, Monsieur Picasso.

Won't you join us?

Oh, I-I'm afraid I can't.

But I would very much like to meet your dinner companions.

Ah, well.

Francoise is-is the intellectual.

And Genevieve is the great beauty.

Doesn't she resemble a Caravaggio?

Tell me about the intellectual one here.

Francoise is a virtuous woman, I'm afraid.

Ah, but not for religious reasons.

Her objections to lovemaking are based entirely on Platonic ideals.

And how do they pass the time, your.

Caravaggio and your Platonic philosopher?

We're artists, actually.

Oh.

Uh, you certainly don't look like any artists I have ever met.

Well, for your information,

Monsieur, we're having a joint exhibition of

drawings and paintings at a very well-respected gallery.

Rue Boissy d'Anglas.

Well, I am, I'm also an artist.

Oh, are you really?

You must come and visit me some time.

To see some of my work.

You are going to paint her, aren't you?

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