Girl With A Pearl Earring Page #2

Better carry it through.

Not even a smile

for my pains?

Not today.

Come on.

I'll put it in the book, then.

Owed by Griet...

one smile.

Man:

And don't they look marvelous?

Welcome,

Master Van Ruijven.

Van Ruijven:
Mistress Thins.

(applause)

Friends and neighbors,

our honored guest,

Master Van Ruijven...

not only

are we gathered tonight

to celebrate the safe delivery

into this world,

praise be to God,

of little Franciscus,

but also to rejoice

at another birth,

a new masterpiece

from the hand of my son-in-law

Johannes Vermeer.

Is this Indian yellow?

Distilled from the urine

of sacred cows

fed only on mango leaves.

You've glazed my wife

in dried piss.

It was the right color.

No stinting, eh?

I cannot bear the suspense

a moment longer, Master Van Ruijven.

Pray tell us

what you think.

This is good.

Color and perspective is true,

the illusion... is perfect.

All this skill lavished

on my dear Emilie.

Why...

it's almost as if...

she were thinking.

And have you considered

the subject for your next commission?

We cannot expect you to give up Emilie

for so long again.

Considered? It's already in hand.

Didn't I tell you?

A coming fellow

from Amsterdam.

Studied under

Rembrandt van Rijn,

though, who hasn't

these days?

"A Merry Company by Candlelight,"

candlelight being his forte.

So, have you decided

what to daub next, Jan?

Have you found inspiration up

in that room of yours?

Is there another patron in Delft

with pockets as deep as mine?

I've not yet found a subject.

(thunder roaring)

(baby crying)

Yes?

About the studio, mistress.

Should I clean the windows?

You don't need to ask me

about such matters.

It's just...

it may change the light.

Of course.

Wash them.

(gasping)

Stay as you were.

By the window.

Drop it.

Just...

You can go.

(bells tolling)

Priest:
Brothers and sisters...

welcome to the house

of the Lord God.

Let us lift up our hearts

and voices together

to give Him thanks and praise

for our safe passage...

Father, mother,

this is Pieter,

our butcher's son...

the family's butcher.

Sir, mistress,

I'm glad to meet you.

So, the butcher...

that's a good trade.

Griet is the hardest to please

of all our customers.

Aye, she gets that from me.

There now, I forgot.

We must speak with

Willem Jansson.

Griet, you go on

with Pieter there.

- Man:
Good morning.

- So Griet...

where is that smile

you owe me,

when I have been so clever

as to track you down?

You had nothing better

to do.

Woman #1:
Shocking.

She should know better.

Woman #2:

She should at her age.

When I saw you with Tanneke I thought

you were a little Catholic girl.

He started a new painting.

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