What, what is it, huh?
- God has taken him. - No... No, no, no, no,
-上帝把他带走了 -不要 不要
- We will pray for him. - Give him to me.
I'm sorry, my love.
What are you doing, brother?
He sounds very angry.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,
I baptize thee José Francisco de Paula
María de los Remedios
Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad
Ruiz y Picasso.
You see how brave the matador is?
But what if the bull kills him, Papa?
He is an artist, Pablito, and he is willing to risk his life to
他是一个艺术家 帕伯利托 他愿意为了
do something truly beautiful.
It doesn't look right.
You're a great artist.
One day, your paintings will be on the walls of the Prado.
Maybe I should be a soldier.
Well, then you will be general.
And if you're a priest, you will be Pope.
Look what our Pablo has done, Papa.
My horse doesn't look real, Papa.
Not like your pigeons.
I want to paint like you.
Then I will teach you, Pablito.
You are a genius, Maya.
A true surrealist.
Look. Mi papa taught me
how to paint pigeons.
What do you think?
Papa's paintings are very precious.
She's a critic, the only one I have ever loved.
I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you.
我要抓你啦 我要抓你啦 我要抓你啦
She is so happy when you are here, Pablo.
Can't you stay the night?
Marie-Therese, you know I have to work.
You can work here.
No... with this little devil savage, you know, my ideas...
不 有这个小坏蛋在 我的灵感...
But I'll be back next week.
The roses are exquisite, Hervé.
Thank you, monsieur.
Cut me a stem, would you?
You should let them grow wild,
too much pruning destroys, uh, beauty.
I want to make a stop, first.
Nonsense. You're fearless.
You're experimenting with double prints again.
What do you think?
You're a brilliant photographer, Dora,
but there is a painter trapped inside of you.
You should set her free.
Well, perhaps I will.
We need a passionate statement from you, Pablo,
something to capture the world's attention.
What do you have in mind?
We want you to make a painting to fill this entire wall of
the Spanish Pavilion at the Universal Exposition.
I have never made a painting that large.
I wouldn't know where to begin.
Franco and his fanatics are winning the war
in our beloved Spain,
spilling the blood of those who defend democracy.
Fascism's spreading across the continent.
The threat is enormous, so the picture itself
must be enormous to move the public.
Tens of thousands of people will attend the exposition;
from the rest of Europe, from America.
A bold artistic declaration from Pablo Picasso,
the most famous of all Spanish artists,
would alert the world to our plight and
help us raise awareness and money to save the Republic.
Franco has Hitler and the Nazis on his side, Pablo.
We need you on ours.
How can you refuse?
I don't take commissions!
I paint what I want and what I feel,
not what someone else tells me to!
This is a chance to make a real difference.
Even if I had an idea, which I don't,
a picture is not going to stop a war,
no matter how gigantic it is.
It could move people to stand against fascism and violence.
But I am not a poster artist, anyway.
I don't make propaganda.
Do you want to know what I think?
But I am certain that you're going to tell me, anyway.
I think you are scared...
Scared that if you make such
a gigantic painting and it's met with silence,
you will have failed...
Or if it makes too much noise,
the fascists might come after you,
and you might lose your nice, easy bourgeois life.
You live like a king, Pablo;
with your fancy automobile and your fancy apartment.
What happened to the rebellious young artist who used to
spit in the face of authority?
Where has he gone, hm?
I want to see, Pablo!
I want to try another one.
I draw what I see.
You feel warm, Conchita.
Is there anything to be done?
There is a serum, but I will have to send to Paris for it.
Go back to bed, son.
Everything is all right.
Please, God, spare my sister
Maria de la Concepcion.
If you save her, I will never
again waste my time with painting and drawing.
In Jesus's name, I swear it.
To You, O Lord, we commend the
soul of Maria de la Concepcion, Your servant.
In the sight of this world, she is now dead.
In Your sight, may she live forever.
Forgive whatever sins she committed and, in your goodness,
grant her everlasting peace.
We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
You were a good brother to her.
Why would you say such a horrible thing?
I made a vow to God that if he let Conchita live,
I-I-I would give up painting...
But God knew I could never keep my promise.
I loved painting too much.
Maybe more than I loved Conchita,
so to punish me he took her.
God is not punishing you.
He was telling you that you have a great gift,
one that He has given you.
He wants you to know that you must never stop painting.
Mm, because you are too old?
You know, it takes a very long time to become young.
Sorry to bother you, Pablo, but...
What is it, Jaimé?
"Guernica, the most ancient town of the Basques was completely
destroyed yesterday by insurgent air raiders.
A powerful fleet of airplanes consisting of three German types,
Junkers and Heinkel fighters,
did not cease unloading on the town.
Bombs that targeted defenceless citizens on a busy market day,
levelling buildings and setting roaring fires."
"The fighters, meanwhile, plunged low
to machine-gun those of the civilian population
who had taken refuge in the fields."
Women and children...
Those fascist bastards.
Franco rode in with his Nazi pigs.
They can't be allowed to get away with this.
They attacked your people.
I know you didn't want to
make a painting for the Spanish Pavilion, Pablo,
I am going to need a...
Where did you learn to draw like that?
How old are you, anyway?
It's Pablo, actually. Pablo Ruiz.
错了 我叫巴勃罗 巴勃罗·鲁伊斯
Well, maybe you're not Jesus,
but the way that you shade the folds of his skin,
there is something goddamn holy about it.
To be honest, I'd, I'd rather be drawing a beautiful woman's ass.
You've never seen a woman's ass before, have you?
To whichever one of you wants to
cure my young friend here of his acute virginity.
Can't, can't I look at you?
You have done more than look.
No. I mean, without your dress.
不 我的意思是 你脱光了让我看
Your friend didn't pay for that.
That's not enough to peek at even one bare thigh.
Please, just for a moment.
Oh, and that will be enough for you?
Enough to remember what you look like.
I am not so pretty in the light.
I think you're very beautiful.
And I want to paint you.
It is extraordinary, Pablo.
It's a gift, Uncle, to thank you
for everything you've done for me.
And such a touching subject.
It's a story inspired by my sister's death.
We are calling it "Science and Charity." I sat for Pablo,
but the figure of the doctor, he's inspired by you, Brother.
To think such a marvellous
work could come from such a young hand.
Yes. Pablo has far exceeded his peers.
There's nothing left for him to learn in Barcelona.
I'm hoping to study at the Royal Academy in Madrid.
But it's quite expensive.
Now I see the charity you allude to in the painting.
I'm ashamed to ask for your generosity again, Salvador, but...
It will bring honor to the Ruiz name
to have a true artist in the family.
You will not be an artist
until you have mastered the rules
of linear perspective and orthogonal lines,
the laws of drawing and precise contour.
You will not be an artist until
you have copied the masters, studied anatomy,
the language of geometry.
How many times must I tell you.
Your technique is all wrong.
I'm drawing what I see, Maestro.
Well, then you are seeing it incorrectly.
You must use straight lines,
so that your figure is properly
You have talent, Ruiz, but no discipline.
你很有天分 鲁伊斯 但你不守规则
And without discipline, you will fail.
So, this is where you've been spending your time.
Or sketching at the Prado.
And when was the last time you attended class?
You only teach rules and imitation.
I want to do something original.
Your uncle has written to inquire after your progress.
What shall I tell him?
He knows even less about painting than you do.
He pays your bills, your tuition.
What does that have to do with anything?
Do you suppose he will continue to do so when I inform him that
you have made a mockery of his generosity?
How could you humiliate me like this?
Degrain is a fraud.
His approval could have won you commissions.
I don't want to paint what everyone else tells me to.
I want to be free to paint what I like.
Freedom is for rich men.
You see how many students I must take on,
just to scratch out a meager living?
You could be a master at the Academy.
You want me to be a teacher?
You, you have taught me all I need to know.
That's why I don't need any more school.
I can barely feed your mother and her sisters.
And your uncle will not give you another peseta.
What will you live on?
But I would rather starve
than let someone force me to paint inside a box.
I am going to be a great artist one day, Papa.
But I will do it in my own way.
Spain is at war with America.
Every able-bodied man must report for duty.
We must protect our colonies:
Cuba, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Philippines.
古巴 关岛 波多黎各 菲律宾
We must defend the empire.
Well, if it isn't the prodigal Pablito.
You know, I thought you were at the Academy in Madrid
teaching everyone how to draw women's asses.
I need somewhere to stay.
I can do illustrations to help pay the rent.
You'd have to pay the rent on your own.
I'm going back to Horta.
I don't want to get ripped to shreds by American bullets,
or die of yellow fever in some godforsaken Cuban ditch,
just so the damned imperialists
can get cheap sugar for a coffee.
You were drafted.
You're lucky you're not old enough, or tall enough.
你很幸运 你年纪还不到 或是身高不够
Won't they find you at home?
I will go back to the farm for supplies,
then I'm camping in the Santa Barbara Mountains.
The Spanish army is far too lazy
to climb all the way up there.
Let me come with you.
Please, please, Manuel.
拜托 拜托 曼努埃尔
I can't go crawling back to my father.
Just over the next rise.
That's what you said after the last rise.
- P. Ruiz. - No.
- P. Ruiz y Picasso. - No.
What is wrong with just Ruiz?
It's so damn common.
It's also your father's name.
Something people will remember.
I tried my other names...
Diego José-Ruiz, Juan-Nepomuceno.
You don't strike me as a Nepomuceno.
What do I strike you as?
I know you, Pablo.
You're not gonna let me
or anyone else tell you who you are.
It's perfect, isn't it?
And someday I'm going to paint the perfect painting.
That sounds stupid, doesn't it?
It sounds quite brilliant actually.
Let's never go back.
We have everything we need here.
Food from my family's farm, nature, art, friendship.
我家农场的食物 自然 艺术 友谊
There's a whorehouse in Gandesa.
We could stay here.
No rules, no teachers, no government.
没规矩束缚 没老师烦 没政府管
You could paint your perfect painting, Pablo.
they were the best work I've ever done.
I'm so sorry, Pablo.
The rains never come this early.
Like when my sister died.
God is telling me I'm wasting my gift here.
No, that's, that's crazy.
We'll go back to the farm.
We get more supplies and we come back,
this time, we build a shelter.
even if I paint the perfect painting,
no one will ever look at it
and see what I see.
No one will know my name, whatever the hell it is.
she will have died for nothing.
Why have you stopped, Pablo?
It's been so many years since
I tried to make a painting that tells a story.
What if I cannot do it anymore?
No, it's not violent enough, it's not...
不 这不够暴力 而且
So make it angrier.
I don't know how the flames felt on their flesh,
how their screams sounded.
He was supposed to come Tuesday.
You'll just have to wait with everyone else.
I need to see him.
Please. Listen to me.
I had an appointment for an interview three hours ago.
- I know. Yes. - Why does she get to go in?
-我知道 是的 -为什么她能进去
It is the same for everybody, sir.
Who is this woman, Pablo?
Sorry, I told her you were working, but...
抱歉 我跟她说过您在工作了 但...
And you must be Marie-Therese?
Yes, the mother of his child.
The woman he is going to marry.
Perhaps you should pay a visit to his wife,
the mother of his other child,
and inform her of this expectation.
Tell this woman to leave.
I'm not going anywhere, Mademoiselle.
One of us is leaving, Pablo.
Which one, is up to you.
You know what, you settle it.
Ladies, ladies, please!
女士们 女士们 好了
You make us all look so lovely, Pablo.
Will you do me next?
If you let me stay another night, I'll decorate your walls.
It's not bad for a whorehouse sketch,
but I've seen much better.
Nonell, Casas, me.
诺内尔 卡萨斯 还有我
Oh, you're an artist, are you?
Yes, and I see you're trying to copy our style.
You've obviously been to Els Quatre Gats.
I can't afford Els Quatre Gats.
And I don't copy anyone's style.
Are you going upstairs or not?
Out with you then.
Oh what? You should come by some time.
I'll buy you a beer. Huh?
My name is Carles Casagemas, by the way.
They can't be allowed to get away with this.
What if the bull kills him, Papa?
He's calling it "Guernica."
Everybody's talking about it.
It's brutal isn't it?
I read that he said,
"Painting is not meant to decorate apartments.
It's meant to be a weapon."
But there should be beauty in it,
even when the subject is painful.
I think it's powerful.
As a work of propaganda, maybe.
Perhaps you should write a review, Francoise.
I'm sure a scathing critique of
the greatest painter in the world will do wonders
for your art career.
Matisse is the greatest painter in the world, Genevieve.
But Picasso is much better looking.
Don't say you were at school.
I went to the Exposition.
You skipped class to what?
Watch the boat races with some boy?
No, I went with Genevieve,
to look at the architecture and the paintings.
I don't understand you, Francoise.
I have given you every opportunity.
I want to be a painter.
You think I raised you to starve in Montmartre?
Making caricatures for English tourists?
I won't. I'll do serious work.
You will go to University.
You will become a lawyer or a professor.
Do I make myself clear?
Consider yourself fortunate, Francoise.
Not many fathers in this world
expect more from their daughters than to find a husband.
My good friend El Caudillo, Generalissimo Francisco Franco,
has just decreed that divorce is no longer legal in Spain.
Your painting must have wounded him gravely, Pablo.
Well, then it was worth the struggle.
I'm proud of you, truly.
You think he created a new national law just to get back at me?
Your canvas was so big after all.
Well, it will certainly
make my wife want to get up and dance again.
No divorce in France, no divorce in Spain.
She can remain Madame Picasso until the day she dies.
Olga will be thrilled.
But I'm afraid your poor Marie-Therese
will be positively devastated.
Aren't you even a little bit disappointed?
Now you can never be Madame Picasso either.
I would never marry you.
Marriage is a bourgeois convention
supported by priests and lawyers and,
uh, fascist dictators.
wives, by definition, are boring creatures.
Oh, I could never be bored by you.
Where are you going?
The light is perfect.
No, let's go back to the hotel.
I want to paint you.
It is extraordinary, Pablo.
Dora is whatever I need her to be;
a mouse, a bird,
an idea, a storm.
She makes me wish I was 18 again.
Well, if it isn't the Leonardo da Vinci of the whorehouse!
Come. Come have a drink.
Toulouse-Lautrec is an inbred dwarf!
Oh, Toulouse-Lautrec is a genius!
No one can touch him when it comes to capturing real life.
I think Nonell here is just as good as Lautrec.
Stop kissing my ass, Casagemas.
You're going to give me a venereal disease.
You can't judge Lautrec without seeing the colors.
And to do that, you have to go to Paris.
If you're going to Paris, forget Lautrec.
See Degas, Cezanne. Now there is a genius.
去看看德加 塞尚 那才叫天才
You've been to Paris?
He keeps a studio there.
I'm going to Paris.
Well, as soon as I can sell enough work to afford a ticket.
Don't laugh. He's very talented.
I've seen his work.
They're accepting submissions for the Spanish Pavilion
at the Paris Exposition next year.
Paint something for that, Picasso.
The only pictures chosen for
that bourgeois pageant of prettiness
will be nauseating landscapes and
dying saints painted to please the tourists.
Everyone stay where you are!
Don't move! Stay in your seats!
- Faster! - I'm trying.
What the hell was that?
They're rounding up anarchists.
It happens two or three times a month.
Are you an anarchist?
Of course. And a Decadente.
And a Catalaniste.
I don't know much about politics.
Well, if we're going to talk about politics,
I need another drink.
All government institutions must be abolished entirely
and all systems of authority vigorously opposed.
Is this gouache and charcoal?
Yes, it's much less expensive than oils.
I wish I had a place like this.
Oh, you can work here if you want.
There are no whores to keep you company,
but no bedbugs either.
You've got a confident line, Picasso.
Or should I call you,
Goya? Goya's a rotting corpse.
Picasso and I, we are the future.
If you and your partners were smart,
you'd give us a show here.
Have you got anything for me to look at?
How many of those have you done?
Give me a museum, I'll fill it.
"A young man, almost a child, Picazzo..."
He spelled your name wrong.
"Picazzo displays an extraordinary ease
in his handling of a pencil and brush..."
Mmm, that's excellent!
"But as one examines the work,
one notices mistakes, lack of experience,
and hesitation about which path to follow.
In order to achieve personality in art,
one must not base it on that of others.
One must take a different direction,
to avoid gathering the master's crumbs."
This reviewer is an idiot.
"Only the painting which
portrays a young girl praying at an altar,
painted with natural ease,
demonstrates qualities which we hope will reach maturity
the day when Senor Picazzo brings
richer experience and study than he shows today."
You're right for once, Casagemas.
This reviewer is an idiot.
He thinks Picasso's worst picture is his best.
Hey. You're a bastard, Nonell. Don't listen to him, Pablo.
诺内尔你个混蛋 别听他的 巴勃罗
And it's going to get me to Paris.
I submitted my painting,
and it's been accepted to be show at the Spanish Pavilion
at the Universal Exposition in Paris.
Oh, we are so proud of you, Pablo.
I knew when I saw it.
The girl praying in your picture, it's Conchita, isn't it?
This is the kind of work you should be doing, Pablo.
Noble subjects, formal compositions.
Yes. Of course, Papa.
是的 没错 爸爸
Imagine how you will feel
standing among all those people, thousands of them,
staring at your painting.
Oh, that would be wonderful, but...
I can't afford to go to Paris.
We'll give you the money.
But you can't afford it either.
Ah, we'll manage.
Be careful how you spend it.
We need two fashionable suits.
We're going to Paris.
Can you make them button all the way to the collar?
We can't afford waistcoats.
- Monsieur Vollard? - Yes?
I'm sure Isidre Nonell has mentioned me.
I, I'm residing in his studio with my friend Picasso here.
He has a painting displayed at the Spanish Pavilion
in the Universal Exposition.
Perhaps you've seen it?
We're told you have an affinity for Spanish painters.
And we thought we would give you
the first opportunity to show our work.
Eh, monsieur, you have not even seen our paintings.
And have you even looked at the work I sell here?
Can either of you paint something as extraordinary as that?
Come back when you can.
Germany has invaded Poland and has bombed many towns.
General mobilization has been ordered in Britain and France.
What is all this, Rosi?
I'm shipping what I can to London for safekeeping.
Putting the rest in the vault.
You're just, uh, closing up the shop?
The Nazis are coming.
I'm getting my family to safety.
You should do the same.
Barr can get you all visas.
And what about my paintings, my sculptures, my etchings?
Can he get me visas for those, too?
Perhaps you can stuff some in your vault,
but-but I've got thousands all over France,
at Grands-Augustins, at Tremblay, even La Boetie.
奥古斯坦街 特朗布莱 甚至拉坡堤
And the Nazis have labeled every bit of it as "Degenerate."
What do you suppose they do to degenerates?
Do you think I'm gonna run away
and let them confiscate it or burn it?
You think you can stop them?
Guernica made them very angry, Pablo.
I've had my work destroyed before.
I know what it feels like.
I am not going to let it happen again.
You can always make more paintings, Pic.
What if I can't, Rosen?
You have children, women you love.
Some things are more important than art.