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Picasso and I, we are the future.
I wish I had a place like this.
But you can work here if you want.
I could give you 150 francs every month.
In return, I own everything you produce.
I am in love with Germaine.
I'm not in love with you.
Because you cannot satisfy me!
You cannot go back to Paris.
No, I'm going back to Barcelona.
It's my fault. I should never have believed him.
She's his mistress?
How many does he have?
How many women has he painted?
So you're finished with Dora?
Of course not. She's brilliant.
I can't remember the last time
she made me want to pick up a brush.
I need something new.
I want to be a painter.
You will become a lawyer.
Matisse is the greatest painter in the world.
But Picasso is much better-looking.
We're having a joint exhibition
at a very well-respected gallery.
You must come and visit me sometime. To see some of my work.
You are going to paint her, aren't you?
You are my wife, you will do what I tell you to...
That's all I have.
Is it enough to get me to Paris?
Yes, charming, aren't they?
Well, no one can charm you, Francoise.
Except perhaps a certain Spanish painter.
He probably won't even remember us.
Maybe not me, but he certainly hasn't forgotten you.
We've come to see Monsieur Picasso.
Oh. What a surprise.
We thought you would be expecting us.
We've been busy with our show. You should come.
You mentioned you might show us some of your art.
It would be a thrill for us.
I, if you want to see art, you go to a gallery,
我 如果你想看艺术的话 就去画廊
an exhibition, a museum.
Mm, you go to the Louvre.
Well, it seems we've disturbed you after all.
Thank you for the invitation.
You're welcome to return, of course.
But if you do, don't come like the worshipers to the Holy Land.
Come because you want to see me.
Apparently they are having some kind of a show.
Find out where it is.
The artist's name is Francoise Gilot.
She's a most intriguing young discovery.
Don't you agree, Monsieur Picasso?
Thank you for allowing me to work here.
No money for models?
the real world is a better subject for art, anyway.
Christ is the only real subject for art.
What you do they sell in alleys to perverts.
But it is not my business.
The whores wearing the bonnets...
Have syphilis. I know.
Best to keep your distance.
Will you paint me without the bonnet?
I don't want anyone seeing me like this.
What if I paint you in a beautiful white veil?
No one wants to buy pictures of dying whores!
I make the art, you sell it.
If you can't, that's your problem.
I thought you were headed for greatness.
Why else would I dole out money to you every month?
I'm painting, aren't I?
Blue hags and corpses!
Van Gogh and Lautrec...
Paint flowers, show girls,
anything people can eat dinner
under without losing their appetite.
I can only paint what I feel.
No one else wants to feel like that.
You look like you're the one who died, for Christ's sake.
My closest friend put a bullet in his brain.
Yes. It's terrible.
But you must learn to separate your life from your art.
Then find someone else to tell your sad stories to
because I'm done with it.
I should have tried harder.
It wasn't your fault.
I shouldn't have believed him.
I knew he hadn't really let you go.
But I never thought he'd...
Blood all over the walls.
Manuel told me that Carles...
I moved just the second before the bullet hit.
Now I feel like his ghost is following me.
I've tried to paint other things, other people,
Every face becomes his.
You are the only one who understands.
You don't have to run off.
I can't go back to Manach.
I need to find new lodgings.
You're welcome to stay here as long as you want.
It's nice not to feel so lonely.
How could we have done this?
It's what we both needed.
What about what Carles needed?
But it was so suffocating...
Because he worshipped you!
Why couldn't you just have loved him?
You think I don't ask myself that every day?
You've said enough.
Another coffee, Mademoiselle?
Put it on my bill, Lucien.
And bring her a bowl of soup.
Thank you. I'm not hungry.
Oh, well, next you're gonna tell me you're not cold,
but I've been watching you shiver for half an hour.
My husband would not approve.
Is he the one who gave you that charming little memento?
I don't accept charity.
Are you looking for work, then.
As it happens, I could offer you work.
As a model. I'm a sculptor.
I don't do that sort of thing.
What don't you do?
Sit on a stool while someone stares at you?
You're doing it right now.
But I have my clothes on.
My name is Laurent.
In case you reconsider.
Paris gets, uh, horribly cold in the winter.
Who is the artist?
He calls himself Picasso.
He had his own show here a few months ago.
Do you have more of his paintings?
Unfortunately, he has not
brought me anything worth showing in months.
But I can offer you a good price on this one.
Well, I'm not usually inclined to, uh,
begin collecting an artist
until I am more familiar with his work.
Do you know where I might find him?
I am looking for Monsieur Picasso.
If I owe you money...
Uh, nothing of the sort, uh, Monsieur Vollard only had one
of your paintings in his gallery,
and I was hoping that you might show me some more.
I am Max Jacob.
I shipped several of my paintings back to Barcelona
but I do have many works here.
Um, give me a moment, I, I wasn't expecting a collector.
Oh, no, I. No, no, no. No, no, no...
I am afraid you've misunderstood.
I am not a collector.
What are you, then?
Well, m-most days, I am a poet.
Oh, that's even worse than being a painter.
So, why are you here?
To retreat from the banal.
To bask in the brutal beauty of
Everyone hates them.
I think they are extraordinary.
I may not be able to afford a painting,
but at least let me buy you a meal.
What if Vollard is right?
I had one chance to make something of myself.
What if it's all over?
Mm, give me your hand.
I am a mystic of all trades.
A poet, a critic and...
Oh, a glowing childhood.
Oh, but life will bring sorrow.
What if you tell me I'm about to die?
Pablo, no one can escape death.
But I can see in your eyes you want to know what lies ahead
even as much as you fear it.
Ah, this is promising.
By the time you are 30, you will have a very big fortune.
that tells us that love will
play a great role in your art.
Perhaps too great.
No one knows. Madame Beaureande said he walked through,
looked at each painting, yours much longer then mine,
And he didn't say a word?
He's interested in you.
If he was interested in my work,
he would have said something.
Francoise, a door is opening for you.
Well, whoever it is, just send them away.
Very well, I shall tell Mademoiselle Gilot that
the "Great Picasso" is too busy to see her.
I can't tell where the petals end and the dress begins.
花如人 人似花 我分不清了
Just so you know, I came to see you.
Not your paintings.
Then, by all means, let's go and see my paintings.
The woman you were dining with the night we met?
I wouldn't have known it was her.
Though you saw her once, across a room.
An artist must always see below the surface.
This one is enchanting.
The, the colors, the immediacy...
That's a Matisse.
Ah, no, not many people have the courage to
tell me what they really think.
Don't apologize for it.
Are you going to tell me what you thought of my paintings?
Oh, there it is. The real reason you came.
- No, I... - You want the truth?
-不 我... -你想听实话
I think you should continue to paint.
You are lying to yourself.
Pretending to show interest in this girl's art
because the bloom is off one muse and you have
decided to pluck another.
You're just jealous.
You want to paint something new,
and you think getting this young girl into bed
will help you do that.
But you really think she wants to wake up next to an old man?
But I am not too old to make you beg for more,
When are you going to Francoise's show?
Art is a pastime.
One that I've allowed Francoise to indulge in.
But now that there is an end in sight to this godforsaken war,
you must resume your studies, Francoise.
If you would just go and look at what I've done,
you would see that I'm a serious artist.
Haven't I made myself clear?
You're not going to be an artist.
Pablo Picasso thinks I'm one already.
Oh, and how do you know that?
He came to see the exhibition.
And invited me to his studio.
And you think it's because he is interested in your art?
Is that so hard to believe?
Everyone knows the man is a lecher.
If he has any interest in you at all, Francoise,
it lies between your napkin and your chair.
The Nazis are right about him.
He's a degenerate.
You're siding with the Nazis now?
Picasso will ruin you.
I forbid you to ever see him again.
Good afternoon, Monsieur.
A pleasure to see you again. Mademoiselle?
- Fernande. - Oh.
Are you still in need of a model?
My, you can see everything.
Oh, but it's quite good. Really.
Unfortunately in Paris,
"Quite good" Isn't good enough.
But maybe your arrival on my doorstep is a divine intervention.
I only came here for a wage.
I'm not able to pay you at the moment, but, um,
if you're in need of a bed...
I, it's not what I meant.
It would simply be a way of paying you.
I would sleep on the settee.
I live a-a meager existence,
not an uncivilized one.
Where would you like me?
Stand over there, and take off your clothes.
You only have one bed.
Well, I write all night, sleep all day.
So, we take shifts.
It's, uh, primitive, but, uh, it's warm, it's clean,
and you can't afford where you're living now.
I'm not looking for charity.
Uh-uh, but I told you, you are going to be rich.
So, you will pay me back.
You need a new place to paint what you want.
A new life, new inspiration.
So. What do you say?
And when I try to shrug away my decrepitude and, uh,
populate the night with my shrill cry,
I hear the death-cough of mortality,
choked under corpses in a lake of blood...
My unhinging effort to die.
Aw, don't make me take this journey alone tonight.
I saw how that journey ended for Carles.
No, that was opium! Ether, is...
Mmm, an entirely different magic.
It is, it is like, uh...
Oh, dreaming when you are awake.
Ah, and then it is like
trying to catch a smoke in your hand.
Read me another poem.
If that which I love
weighs upon my wound,
If it weighs only upon summer,
it's the field that suffers.
What will feed summer and my love if not that sorrow
since my love and summer can no longer feed on joy?
Mm, no, Max Jacob.
- Yes. - Oh, it's beautiful.
Yes, sounds like you've fallen very hard.
Uh, someone I have not met yet.
I want to show you something.
You didn't kiss me back.
But you didn't shy away either.
You're a confusing young woman.
I should probably go.
Hey, you came to show me your art.
So, show me your art.
Her nose is broad like a sailor's.
The colors are confusing.
Fingers so tangled, all eight of them.
I was hoping you would tell me how to improve it.
You are not here for me at all.
You just want me to help you.
You told me I had promise.
Well, it takes more than promise to be an artist.
Because the only way to be a true artist is to
work day and night.
Lose yourself in it.
Do you have any idea how lonely that is?
And yet, without great solitude,
no serious work is possible.
I'm sorry, I didn't...
I'll give it to you.
The ugly truth is this, no one can help you.
You have to do it on your own.
It's all right, Grandma.
What is the meaning of this?
I'm not going to law school.
Oh, so you can dedicate your life to art?
And waste what I have given you?
I put my thoughts on paper
because i knew you wouldn't listen.
This is not how I raised you.
This is exactly how you raised me.
To stand up for myself.
I warned you to stay away from Picasso.
This is his influence.
It's got nothing to do with him.
Not while I'm supporting you.
Emile! Stop, get out, oh...
埃米尔 住手 滚出去
Don't expect another centime from me.
You are both on your own now.
I hope I haven't made a terrible mistake.
You fought for your freedom.
But, without your father's money,
I cannot offer you much more than a shoulder to lean on.
You will have to find a way to support yourself.
I didn't know you were coming to ride today.
I, um, I haven't come to ride, I...
I've come for a job.
Sorry, my neck.
I need a few minutes.
Why put that back on?
if you haven't noticed under your wool shirt.
You said you wouldn't ask for that.
But that was before I've been staring at
your lovely breasts for days on end.
That wasn't our agreement.
If you don't like it, leave.
It's like he punched a hole right through my heart.
No. No, that hole already existed.
不 不对 这个洞早已存在
Puccini just reminded you that it was there.
He has, he has so many notes, voices, instruments,
他有 他有很多音调 和声和乐器
All I have are canvases and a few colors.
You are every bit the artist that he is.
When I look at your paintings, I feel such...
I, I need a release.
It will make you feel so much better.
Pablo, what, what are you doing? Get down!
巴勃罗 你在干嘛 下来
I know why... I know why Carles did it now.
He just wanted to escape.
From his broken heart, his, his failure...
That, that, that is just the,
the ether whispering in your ear, do not listen.
You are on a path, holding on to someone's hand,
going someplace glorious.
And then the hand just slips away.
Suddenly, you're on the edge,
with no one to hold on to.
I, I will, I will hold on to you.
You feel yourself...
If you take a step, then so will I.
Why would you do that?
Because I, I cannot bear the thought of living
in this world without you.
Did you get lost on your way to the Champs Elysees?
Here I thought you'd been walled up somewhere
painting a masterpiece.
I don't have time to paint.
Wasn't that the whole point getting away from your father?
I don't have much of a choice.
Picasso could help you.
He can get your work noticed.
I'm not sure it's my work he's interested in.
Give him what he wants. I would.
You like him, don't you?
He may be old, but he still has women lining up for him.
He must be doing something right.
Francoise, you can't stay a virgin forever.
How is your new girlfriend?
As a matter of fact, I haven't seen her in weeks.
Don't tell me Pablo Picasso has been rejected
by a little girl.
Don't worry, she'll soften.
you'll be painting her like a horse, too.
I'm trying to work. Huh?
I got a letter from Max.
How is the stubborn old dog?
Refusing to leave his little sanctuary,
convinced no harm can come to him,
even though they have sent the rest of his family to the camps.
Go see him, Pablo.
You are the only one who can persuade him to get out
before it's too late.
You've been at that for hours.
Why don't you rest?
It's your turn to sleep.
There's plenty of room.
Here, come. Lie down.
but not the way you want me to.
No, no, no, no, no.
That is, that, that, no...
I don't judge you.
I just, I just don't...
feel the same and I'm sorry.
No, Max. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
不 马克斯 不用为此羞愧
Tell that to the priests and rabbis.
They, they say that it's a perversion.
I, I don't believe that and neither should you.
Even if I didn't, what then?
I have to, I, I have to just hold it all in.
Just once, just once...
Couldn't someone love me back?
someone will, I promise.
You're going to leave, aren't you?
Maybe that would be...
But we'll always be friends.
You say that now and...
Maybe you even think that you mean that, but...
Oh, it's just never how it ends.
it is good to see you, old friend.
I am worried about you, Max.
It's not safe for you.
Well, I am not a Jew anymore.
In case you haven't noticed,
I have not been one for decades, but...
There are other reasons the Nazis
could come after you.
You mean because I am a homosexual.
I am not ashamed of who I am.
I appreciate your concern, Pablo, but I am not leaving.
感谢你为我担心 巴勃罗 但我不会走的
This is my home, here with God.
I told Dora you were stubborn.
Growing tired of me.
Just as I am of her.
No, no, the new one.
Oh, is she any good?
But it's the only reason she seems to be interested in me.
So I can help her with her work.
Well, everyone wants something from the "Great Picasso."
I suppose I wish she wanted me...
You cannot separate the two.
Offer her one sincerely,
and perhaps she will want the other.
Good afternoon, Mademoiselle Gilot.
I, I would like for you to come see me again.
I'm not sure that would be...
Not to be with me, to make art.
I, I could show you how to etch.
That's very kind of you, but you don't owe me anything.
But I do. An apology.
People say I am a genius,
that it all came easily to me, but...
The truth is, I didn't do it alone.
Many people helped me.
I would like to help you.
If you'll let me.
But if you ask me, this will not end well.
Jaimé, you are an excellent gatekeeper,
but you are no clairvoyant.
I don't need to know the future.
Well, that's not what you wear to an etching class.
But you didn't invite me here for that.
I told you, I don't expect anything else.
Well, that's exactly why I decided to come.
Are you sure you're ready?
I've made up my mind.
Being willing is a very different thing than being ready.
Don't you want me?
But I am willing to wait.
I couldn't wait to get to Paris.
Back when I was your age.
Here, to Monmartre
where everything important was happening.
Give me a moment. Would you?
I wasn't sure if I would see you again.
I wanted to say good-bye.
I'm going back to Barcelona.
I'm sure it'll be good to be home. Hmm?
I don't blame you for leaving.
I still can't sleep.
I, I came to apologize for what I said to you.
No, you did not say anything I didn't already feel.
不 你所说的那些话 我早就感受到了
No, no, I was wrong.
I didn't understand before, but I do now.
No matter how much you care about someone,
you cannot force yourself to love them
the way they want you to.
So, please, Germaine.
Stop blaming yourself.
Thank you, Pablo.
I hope someday you forgive yourself, too.
I still think of Carles.
If only I could have given him what he deserved.
The love of my close friend, Carles.
He took his life because of her.
And I almost took mine because of him.
What stopped you?
Well, if it isn't the Leonardo da Vinci of the whorehouse.
I am in love with Germaine.
I can't paint, I can't paint.
Not until I know Germaine is mine.
It's not bad for a whorehouse sketch.
It's time for you to pick up a brush.
And for me to go.
I found a way to give him in art
what he couldn't have in life.
I thought I would never come back to Paris.
But after I finished that painting, I...
I felt the pull to return.
So, I came to this place.
And I was happy here,
until I wasn't.
I wanted you to see it.
So you'll understand.
Where you started.
That it's better we don't see each other too much.
- I thought... - Love can be dangerous.
I watched it destroy Carles.
Then I learned it myself.
Love can rage so strong,
that it burns itself out.
You start as lovers.
But if you are not careful,
you become victims of your own passion.