Modigliani Page #2

- You never said anything about it.

- You never asked.

- Come on, help me.

- This is meat.

Get this of my face.

Sh*t.

Good evening, ladies.

- l love you.

- l love you.

I love you.

- l missed you.

- Let's take care of that.

Where have you been?

Looking for you.

- Like that?

- That's beautiful.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

What's wrong?

Have you looked around?

You think it's right a baby

come to a place like this?

Look at me.

l have nothing for you.

I am nothing.

I am nothing.

I can't be a father

to my own child.

I can't.

So, that's it.

You just run away.

l do best.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you're not.

You're too damn selfish

to be sorry.

I walked away from my baby

to be with you.

You should go back.

You can be the girl you were

when l first met you.

Remember her?

Remember?

Would she put up with this?

No.

Would she put up with me?

No.

This one?

Why not?

l don't know which painting

you want. Point, or choose.

The Matisse.

What big guy we have to take.

Very well.

Jeanne, how are you?

How is Modi?

l haven't seen him.

l didn't know where he is.

- What is the problem?

- l need your help.

What is it?

I want you to go to Picasso.

Ask him to hang his artwork

beside his in the new exhibition.

Yes, anything.

Zbo!

Modi and Picasso...

Modi will kill me

if l do such a thing.

I'm sorry, Jeanne.

l can't.

If Modi's work hang beside Pablo's,

there's a chance of good sale.

We need money, Zbo.

Please.

Please!

I love you both.

But you're better off

with your family.

At least the child would have

a better chance in life.

I am wasting my breath.

I'm always wasting

my breath.

Let's think.

I know.

lt's something you could do.

lt will be bold.

lt's his way to say he's sorry

for the other night.

For the other night?

And the nights before that?

Let me see, one canvas

per insult.

- Olga, how many?

- Hundreds, Pablo.

Let me paint you, Jeanne.

I'll make you immortal.

That's just too much responsibility

for these shoulders.

My answer is no.

Wait.

Look handsome

like Modigliani?

There's just no comparison.

He'll hang one painting,

but there is one condition.

You can go now.

- You're up to something. What?

- Keep dusting.

Modi!

Modigliani!

Where is he?

Finally.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What you want with my son, bastard?

Good.

Wait.

Hold that.

You haven't sold a painting

in 6 months. Kill him.

You shoot me, you can kiss yourself

goodbye. l won't organize it.

- Stop.

- You said l could kill him.

Later.

Kill him later.

Come out, you coward.

Come have some wine.

Please, take this.

Modi, have you given thought

of the competition?

The prize gives a lot of money.

The whole Paris is dreaming

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