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I have his replica in my belly.
- Saskia!
- And you promised after
you trapped him with my smile
and my body as bait...
- Saskia, Saskia...
and I was certainly
to think of myself.
Rembrandt therefore left you,
through me,
on your recommendation.
You benefited...
from this little provincial
for eight profitable years.
Time enough
to make a little fortune.
Now it's my turn...
to make a little fortune,
for my son.
And I believe
you still owe us money.
- Saskia.
- Rembrandt,
allow me to introduce
Rombout Kemp,
our sergeant.
You may know him as the Keeper
of the Resselwart Orphanage.
- Van Rijn.
We are neighbours
in the Breestraat.
How about making a contribution
to the orphanage?
We have many new children,
orphaned by the Spanish wars.
- Then I think
they must all be touching 30.
- Hmm.
The governing body is now six.
Perhaps as a neighbour
you might like to join us,
a man of means
doing charitable works,
and we may need
to remind us
of our responsibilities.
of your responsibilities.
(dogs barking)
- I, Rembrandt,
will be your commanding officer.
Are you ready, Mr. Painter?
Then aim...
...fire!
(gunshot)
(crowd exclaiming)
- Rembrandt!
Oh, what's happening?
- Oh, she's fainted!
Fetch some water!
Can you hear me?!
Saskia! Saskia!
Never again! Saskia!
- Look at this.
Bloody burghers.
Gawking and smiling.
Poncing and posing.
I can do better than that.
- There's Benjamin.
He had a most desirable wife.
Dimples and curls everywhere.
- He couldn't sit still.
He had a bladder complaint.
We had to keep the chamber pot
by his chair.
They all look so stiff.
- They all look like conspirators.
- Or worse -
thieves, pickpockets.
Child-molesters, murderers...
- His head's too big.
- Well, maybe the painter
wanted you to say that.
He didn't like him
or approve of his character,
so he made him absurd.
Not enough to spoil
his own reputation,
of course,
but certainly enough
to spoil his.
Legitimate painter's armoury.
Flatter, praise,
insult, abuse, accuse.
- Accuse?
Are you going to do the same?
- I might. It depends.
- On what?
- The price,
the state of our friendship,
the angle of the light,
the smell of his armpits,
the beauty of his wife,
whether I've eaten or drunk,
whether, indeed, I am drunk,
does he know Titian,
has he been to Cadiz,
does he have big feet?
Context, context, context.
- God,
I'd like to watch you
do those things.
I really think
you ought to do it.
- You do?
Well, the boy says
I should do it.
Then I'll do it!
(laughter)
No, I won't.
At least, not for nothing.
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