Previously on Genius...
Think how wonderful it would be.
This is Géry Pieret.
Consider these a token of our new friendship.
You stole them, from the Louvre?
But there is a small delivery fee.
I want to make you happy.
At least for a little while.
I am not your prisoner.
I don't know what I would do if I lost you.
Pablo Picasso, meet Henri Matisse.
I see you've already met, uh, Monsieur Braque.
He is the youngest of the Wild Beasts,
as they call us.
You haven't surfaced in months.
Why do you care, Braque?
We barely know each other.
I would like to change that.
I really do admire your work.
Oh, it's ghastly, Pablo.
That is the most astute art critique you have ever given, Gertrude.
You said you wanted to offend, you've done it.
What is it like living with the most famous artist in the world?
We work. We go to museums. We laugh.
我们一起工作 一起去博物馆 一起笑
And does he ask you to cook and clean for him?
Huh, like a good little wife?
We make each other happy.
You get the rich old mentor
and, uh, he gets the pretty young mistress.
You're determined to be cynical.
Well, I have no money.
I just have the nagging thought
that, mmm, I should have kissed you the first time
I saw you at Rozsda's.
I had no idea you even noticed me.
Ah. Does he take lots of naps?
He's got more energy than I do.
He works all night.
he comes to bed and we make love all morning.
So, Luc, tell me about Tunisia.
Well, I'll be teaching a small art school in Tunis.
I'm looking forward to getting out of Paris.
You should come and visit some time.
You and the old man.
Where are we going?
Fresh air, sunshine, long lunches and lazy afternoons.
新鲜空气 阳光 午间大餐和慵懒的下午
That sounds lovely.
But I'm finally settled into a good routine here.
Ooh, to be settled is the death of an artist.
Well, I'm getting a lot of work done.
Well, you can work there.
Sounds like you've made up your mind.
Well, you could resist me.
But, uh, what would be the point?
When you said the Midi, I thought you meant the beach.
Oh. The sea is, uh, not far. It's 80 kilometers that way.
I better pick up some groceries before the shops close.
No, no. Stay with me.
不 不 和我待在一起
I want to show you the rest of the house.
getting some ham and cheese? Bread?
Oh, uh, and five or six eels.
And also, I, I, I would need onions,
and, uh, butter, sugar, salt pork,
黄油 白糖 咸猪肉
uh, flour and celery.
- Yeah, okay, - Yeah, well.
Ah, but in my stew, you will love them.
You cook, I'll, uh, I'll clean.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
If you clean up, I won't be able to find anything.
Just, just leave it like that.
So that meant to shock. To challenge.
I would like to exhibit it in my gallery.
Once it's finished.
I'm sure Herr Kahnweiler meant no offense.
Thank you so much for coming.
I'm sorry I upset him.
No. He's always upset. It is, uh, part of his charm.
不 他脾气就那样 这也是他魅力所在
Did you have to be so rude?
Well he certainly felt it.
I cannot recommend him enough.
He's honest, discerning,
and he's buying up all the most innovative work.
You mean like Matisse?
You have not told me what you think of it yet.
It reminds me of El Greco.
The reflection of form is similar.
But where El Greco believed in grace,
this has a savage, apocalyptic power.
It is completely new.
But I am sorry, Pablo, as it was for poor El Greco,
但很抱歉 巴勃罗 和可怜的格列柯一样
it will be years before people understand what you have done.
So they'll appreciate me when I'm dead and buried.
You know, you don't have to
live in squalor and chaos to make great art.
Who are you to tell me how to live?
You have got to clean up.
Get out of this slum before you go mad like van Gogh,
slice off your ear and die in a gutter somewhere.
It's time for you to go.
Matisse needs his paints mixed.
How on earth did you do that, Weigels?
My mother taught me. She's an alcoholic.
The trick is to open your throat.
So your father must be a very happy man, huh?
Well, the colors,
the sense of movement, the...
Oh, stop pretending, Karl.
Everyone hates it.
Pablo, I believe your dipsomaniacal,
debauched new neighbor has, uh,
the perfect remedy to lift your spirits.
You, you can have it for five francs, Monsieur Picasso.
The canvas is good.
You can paint right over it.
It's a masterpiece.
The artist, you know him?
Artist? He's, he's a customs clerk.
You know where I can find him?
I, I wrote to you.
How are things in Cairo?
I think you may have confused me with someone else.
I had no idea you Egyptians were so timorous.
Guillaume, what are you doing here?
What does it look like?
We are having our portrait done.
Pablo, allow me to introduce
my new paramour and companion in chaos,
You are aware he's an utter degenerate?
That's why I fell in love with him.
Monsieur Picasso, would you care to assess my progress?
A perfect likeness, wouldn't you say?
Yes, you've captured them exactly.
That old idiot's a joke.
If you feel that way,
why are you paying him to paint your portrait?
Our love is a mad thing.
It must be immortalized by an utter madman.
I'm going to hang it above my chamber pot.
Everybody deserves a good laugh when they take a piss.
You two are wrong about, Rousseau.
The way he distorts proportions, uses unnatural colors.
His work is strange.
He does not care what people think.
Least of all two barbarians like you.
You, my friend, have been smoking too much opium.
You wasted our money on that?
It cost less than all the perfume you bought.
And I suppose it's better than your big ugly whore painting.
I'm going to throw Rousseau a huge party.
Drinks, entertainment, a feast.
You complain about me buying a few bottles of perfume,
now you want to host a banquet for some nobody.
He's worked in obscurity for years.
But he's a genius.
It's just nobody realizes it yet.
He deserves to be celebrated.
Are you talking about him, or you?
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing our most honored guest,
Monsieur Henri Rousseau!
What a gorgeous goddess descended from Olympus is this?
Uh, daughter of Bacchus.
God of wine, revelry and, uh, madness.
酒神 喜爱寻欢 生性疯狂
You and I shall be great friends.
Picasso asked me to compose some lines in your honor, Monsieur.
"Look how young the city is
and you still only a toddler...
"You the lovely lily...
A red-haired flame...
You listening to this twaddle?
Look, his masterpiece.
The brandy you sip burns in your throat...
Let the sun beheaded be."
Friends, gods, and serfs.
朋友们 天神们 农奴们
Only with love can we live
and, uh, only with joy can we work.
All hail the customs clerk!
And only with vegetables
can we make palaces for kings and queens.
Must have a colorful painting to finish.
Needs to organize his pigments.
My goodness, Henri!
It seems my brains are on fire.
No. No, no, no, my dear.
I love my crown.
He's a daft as a dandelion.
If canvas wasn't so abrasive,
I would cut up his picture and use it to wipe my ass.
I have seen your work, Weigels.
That man is a true artist.
You are nothing but a fraud.
I cannot thank you enough.
I am the one who should be thanking you.
You've inspired me.
You discovered me.
you brought sweetness and glory to a lifetime of struggle.
I hope this happens to you someday.
We are the best painters in the world.
Me in the modern style,
and you in the Egyptian.
First Casagemas, now Weigels.
What are you talking about?
I abandoned Carles,
and I insulted Weigels.
It's my fault again.
And I was cruel to him.
Don't blame yourself.
What are you doing?
No more of this.
Maybe if we smoke just a little.
You, you know that I am a Scorpio.
It's my zodiac sign. Yeah.
It's not funny. They're poisonous.
Dora was stung once.
You came here with Dora?
This is her house.
Wasn't it nice of her to lend it to us?
Oh, yes. I'm so grateful.
Uh, where are you going?
Hey, Françoise, Françoise, Françoise...
弗朗索瓦丝 弗朗索瓦丝 弗朗索瓦丝
It's just that you have to learn to be,
Relax, come back to bed.
I'm not sleeping in there.
Not with these things.
We can sleep in another room.
It's all the same to me.
As long as I am with you.
Is this messy enough for you?
You really cleaned up?
Yes and unlike Van Gogh, I still have both my ears.
是的 和梵高不同 我还有两只耳朵
It's completely new.
It is because of you.
Your brothel painting, it showed me how to,
see things differently.
For 400 years, art has failed to evolve
because of this obsession with perspective.
But it's a trick of the eye.
The vanishing point, it takes everything away from the viewer.
Yes. You're right.
What we must do is make the vanishing point vanish.
That is exactly what I've been trying to do.
I knew if anybody would grasp it, it would be you.
We must do more than challenge the rules of perspective.
All the rules, light, color, form...
所有光影 颜色 造型的规则
must be questioned.
We have to rip everything apart to create a new kind of painting.
We should submit our work to the Autumn Salon.
Start the revolution.
Matisse is a judge this year.
Anything I put forward, he will dismiss.
You are throwing me to the lions?
You're his protégé.
Whatever you show, he will like it.
And imagine how angry he is going to be
when he realizes that by approving of you,
he will be approving of me.
You are working with Picasso, aren't you?
The angular planes, the distortion...
I see that horrific painting of his here.
We are trying to do something new.
You just don't understand it.
I'm sorry, George,
but I cannot recommend this work.
Matisse is an idiot.
You have to admit, Pablo.
These new paintings you're doing...
they aren't easy to understand.
You're taking his side?
I just don't want you to be disappointed again.
You worked so hard on that
and look what happened.
I can't work here.
I tried to be looser, like you told me to, and I...
I can't find the form in it.
It's just lying there.
If your work doesn't give you trouble, it won't be good.
What are those horns?
They are calling us to a celebration.
It's Bastille Day. Yeah, let's go.
- I've got to work out... - Huh? Come on, let's...
-我得继续... -行了 我们
Ah, let's have some fun.
Do it later. Yeah?
Pablo, I can't whip off two masterpieces a day like you.
You think too much.
You're, you're, you're torturing yourself with,
uh, with critical thought.
You need an adventure.
What are you doing?
What am I supposed to do?
Great, uh, it's just for men.
I'll be back, enjoy yourself!
You asked me to come with you!
Do you think it's finished?
It is your best yet.
She wrote to say she could not marry me.
I know how fond of her you are.
But don't worry, Henri, you'll find someone else.
但是别担心 亨利 你会遇到另一个人的
Be happy you have Pablo, my dear.
Sometimes I'm not sure that I do.
He's been away for weeks.
I'm sure he's, uh, busy working.
If he can pick up a brush, why can't he pick up a pen?
But he is in a forest of creation, full of thorn thickets
and clawed beasts.
But he will follow the bread crumbs back to you.
And everything will be good again.
I'll take that one,
that one and the one to the right of the door.
You actually like them?
Pablo, you've reinvented
What do you think, Mr. Kahnweiler?
I'll take the other 25.
That's quite a gamble, isn't it?
One day these will hang in the Louvre.
Aren't you going to invite me in?
Allow me to introduce a long,
lost friend of mine, Géry Pieret.
That is quite an outfit.
It's what everyone wears in America these days.
So, what brings you back to Paris?
Ah, all kinds of opportunities.
But while they come to fruition,
I was hoping I could stay with you.
Uh, my life is a bit more crowded now.
But I brought you a gift.
You whisked me out of Paris,
where I was perfectly happy, to go to the Midi,
and it's not the real Midi,
it's some horrid village stuck in a mountain.
You keep telling me to be looser,
which is just making me doubt myself.
And then you drag me off
to some stupid party and you abandon me there.
I'm sorry, Françoise.
Let me make it up to you.
Just go blow your own bugle.
Who do you know in Tunisia?
He's teaching there.
Why don't you read it out loud?
Well, it's addressed to me.
I don't mind sharing my mail with you.
For example, this one is from Marie-Thérèse.
"My darling Pablo, the weather was lovely today.
I love you so much.
I wish you were here.
But at least every day that
goes by without you is one day closer to me
seeing you again."
Sounds to me like she's still in love with you.
Well, it's not my fault she cannot get over me.
Yes, Pablo. Nobody can top you.
是的 巴勃罗 没人能比得过你
I bet you're fighting her off every time you see her.
But she used to be insatiable.
Never turned me down once.
Maybe you should run back to her.
I have some business in Marseille today with Kahnweiler.
Is this supposed to make up for you abandoning me all summer?
If you prefer the slums, we can stay in the Bateau-Lavoir.
Can we really afford all this?
My work is selling.
Everyone likes my cubist paintings.
Good morning, Madame.
I always dreamed of living in a place like this.
Maybe things will be different between us now.
Mona Lisa stolen, Mona Lisa stolen!
I hear your newspaper is
offering a reward for information leading to the
You know something?
Do you guarantee my anonymity?
Why, because you stole it?
No, but I can tell you how the thief or thieves may have done it.
I've stolen from the Louvre, too.
I took this a few weeks ago.
I stole other works as well.
I can give you details of guard shifts,
locks and service entrances,
a broken basement window.
The bastard told them everything.
At least the paper didn't disclose his name.
But the police will figure it out soon enough.
And then they'll be on to you for
the statue he gave you, and me for those
Iberian pieces he sold me.
We'll tell the police we didn't know they were stolen.
It will be our word against Pieret's.
You're missing the point.
In the article, Pieret says
an international crime ring stole the Mona Lisa.
It's an absurd fabrication to cover up his own exploits.
You and I are not French.
We both have art stolen from the Louvre.
They'll accuse us of stealing the goddamn Mona Lisa, too.
We should flee. Go to Spain.
No. If you run, you look guilty.
It's the Mona Lisa.
They will hunt you all over the world.
Let's just dump the statues in the Seine.
As far as we know, the police
have already identified Pieret and made him talk.
They could be watching us.
If they catch us with those things, we'll go to prison.
What if we return the statues to the newspaper?
They kept Pieret's name out of it.
They'll do the same for us.
You get too agitated.
I didn't know what else to do.
When Pieret gave them to me, I had no idea that they were stolen.
He said he bought them at a shop in Montmartre.
It was only when I read your article that I became suspicious
of their true origin.
Why bring them to me rather than the police?
Since your paper has an interest in this case.
And since the honorable thing clearly is for us...
It was a slip of the tongue.
For, for me to return them to the museum,
I have brought them to you with the expectation
that you will do so and leave me out of it.
Admit you stole the Mona Lisa and all this will be over.
Who are your accomplices?
Where were you at the morning of Augest 21st?
Monsieur Apollinaire has
given a sworn statement that you were with him
at the Louvre, stealing the Mona Lisa.
Monsieur Apollinaire has
also confessed to being part of a crime ring,
comprised of you, Monsieur Géry Pieret.
I don't know anything about that!
Do not interrupt me, Monsieur.
How long have you known Monsieur Apollinaire?
In fact, I have never even met him.
The examining judge has decided not to charge you.
You are free to go.
What about Apollinaire?
where could she have gone?
She grew up, left you.
We have come a long way
since your opium days at the Bateau-Lavoir.
Sometimes I wish I could live as a poor man again.
But with lots of money.
May I introduce Pablo Picasso and George Braque,
the founders of the cubist movement.
It's an honor to meet you both.
Hoffman is a distinguished collector in Berlin.
That's Picasso over there.
He's a hard man to get close to.
Are you an artist?
I used to be a model.
You have lovely lines.
I am a woman, not a boat.
Maybe I could paint you sometime.
Glad you came, my friend.
I decided I can't hide out at home forever.
Waiting for the world to forgive me.
You were released.
From lack of evidence.
that points to a failure on the part of the Sûreté
and not to my actual innocence.
It's good to see you, my friend.
Hold on, stop, stop here.
Darling, darling, darling.
Where, where the...
Where on earth are you going?
But I told you I was coming back.
Not to be with you.
To catch a ferry to Tunisia.
To, to be with your teacher friend?
You told me I needed an adventure.
I'm taking your advice.
But the adventure is here.
With me, don't you see?
You went through so much,
you know, gave up so much to be with me.
Now you are just going to run off?
Before we have time to build a life together?
In Paris, we were doing that.
Here we're just strangers.
Then let's tell each other everything.
Until we don't even need to used words anymore.
We can just say what we need with our eyes and our hands.
You wanted to go to the beach, so let's go to the beach.
We shouldn't have ridiculed him.
Do you ever wish things could go back to the way they were?
We used to have fun together,
but now Pablo is always with Braque.
Despair, my dear, is a readily treatable affliction.
What are you doing?
I just want to feel good again.
Give the pipe to me.
You don't know how lonely I feel.
You ignore your friends.
You betrayed Guillaume.
He told them I stole the Mona Lisa.
The police beat him up!
I am sorry about that.
But denying him was the only way to clear my name.
What about Guillaume's good name, huh?
You know the newspapers still haunt him?
He let that maniac Pieret back into his life and mine.
So it's all his fault.
I worked hard to get here.
And I am not going to let Guillaume,
you, or anyone else make a mess of it.
So that's how it is now?
As long as we don't get in your way, you'll keep us around?
I, I've been thinking, uh,
we should create something together.
I always hoped we would collaborate.
Maybe something bigger.
Let's make a baby.