Camille Claudel Page #4

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Won't you go in?

No...

I'll go see Jessie first.

No...not tonight.

I'll see her tomorrow.

You already know things

that took me years...

And, what I saw in Italy...

Michelangelo's

unfinished slaves...

...lost, abandoned

in a dark corner...

The randomness of

what's left unfinished...

...it's a complete emotion...

...before pure genius.

The other day when I saw you...

...all white,

standing between my two Adams...

...you gave me the idea

for a third one.

I thought inspiration

doesn't exist.

Pardon me?

I thought

inspiration doesn't exist.

I'm so happy.

I'm so happy, Camille.

I'll take you wherever you want.

Anywhere.

To the studio.

Your studio?

Yes...No.

Giganti is probably sleeping.

I'll go home.

Shall we go to Italy?

I'm going in.

Afraid of being scolded?

Honest?

I'm no longer a child.

And my mother

doesn't speak to me.

Why?

She doesn't like sculpture...

All that filth...

Mine always said, "Get rid of them!

They're everywhere!"

"Even under the bed!"

"Your mess!"

You see...

I'm twice your age...

...but we'll have

the same memories.

Good night.

I never meant

to copy your Adam.

My Giganti hides his body

because he's hurt.

Your coat!

At least you know

what moves you...

I no longer know.

Look, Paul...

He signed!

Victor Hugo is dead.

Is that her?

She has eyes you read about.

Deep blue, Schwob.

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

All of France weeps for Hugo,

and you cry over nonsense!

I want to go with you!

But it's a funeral!

I'm saving you a trip.

I want to see the procession.

There isn't any.

Yes, there is!

I read about it.

Now, Rose...

The truth is,

you're ashamed of me.

You'll be happier

on your balcony.

Oh, leave me alone!

Have you seen Giganti?

What heat!

Oh, such heat!

Can't you play something else,

dear?

She said,

"You're ashamed of me!"

And he said...

"Rose, you'll be

happier on your balcony."

And old Rose was dressed

in pink, from head to toe!

Who is this Rose?

Louis says it's ancient history.

Is she his wife?

Louis says she's one of several.

But they're not married.

You're sure?

Positive.

Her name is Rose Beuret.

It's hot, isn't it?

You're sure?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Get dressed.

That funeral wore me out.

Poor Victor Hugo.

Come back tomorrow.

It's too hot today.

Good-bye, sir.

Another party that

turns into crap.

All the simpering

and fake grief.

His corpse comes in handy.

You're a fine sight

in those dark panes!

The country will

do us all good.

She thinks she doesn't need

the rest.

Walk around! You'll step

on your sisters' skirts!

I've invited Monsieur Rodin

to Villeneuve.

It's time we thanked him.

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