Final Portrait Page #3

This nude is...

the last time I did one from life in 1935.

So, what did you give them?

Drawings that were like hundreds

of others he's done.

And they were happy?

Happy? Of course they were.

They know those are what sells.

Those are "Giacomettis"!

And those?

Do these look like "Giacomettis" to you?

Front on, you look like a brute.

Side on, you look like a degenerate.

That's very nice of you. Thank you.

One way you go to jail.

The other, you go straight to the asylum.

I'll probably meet you in there.

Oh, God.

Okay, let's go.

- You moved.

- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did.

- No.

Lower your chin.

A little to the right.

Not so far.

Raise your head very slowly. There.

I don't know why you try to trick me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- There. Stay there.

- Hmm.

Oh, f***!

Is it worth going on with?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

A real friend would tell me

that I should give up painting forever.

Whoever said I was a real friend?

Are we ready?

- I'm starving.

- Oh, of course.

- Let's go.

- Ah.

- Good.

- Let's go.

Thank you. I can't wait anymore.

Okay, okay.

"There once was a young man from Ghent...

- Not this one, Alberto.

- No, please.

- It's horrible.

- Let me tell it.

- Don't say this one.

- Let me do this. Okay.

"Young man from Ghent, whose cock was..."

no, no, no, it was his tool.

"Whose tool was so long, it was bent.

To save her the trouble,

He folded it double

And instead of coming, he went."

That's terrible.

Why would you let him tell that?

Oh, let's have more wine. Alphonse?

- More wine!

- Hey, excuse me.

- Where did you learn...?

- The pissoir is calling.

Hmm. So, how is it going?

- It's going well, I think.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- How do you like posing?

- I like it. I do.

- Yeah?

Yeah, but it's, you know,

it can be exhausting.

- Yeah, I know.

- He makes me nervous sometimes.

The way he yells at the canvas

when things aren't going well...

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

But what's really disturbing

is just how the portrait itself

seems to come and go as if Alberto

has no control over it whatsoever.

I know.

- Then other times, it just...

- disappears entirely.

Yeah.

I feel like this could go on for months.

- Sometimes it does.

- There's nothing anyone can do about it?

- No.

- Even Alberto?

Especially Alberto.

It's... it's a terrible feeling

of fatality, isn't it?

You'll get used to it.

Ahem.

Shall we get a little more wine?

- We did.

- Did we? Uh...

- Yeah.

- You know, I'll... I'll check on it.

Excuse me.

Oh, Alberto.

Hello!

What time is it?

- 2:
30.

- Sh*t. Already?

I wanted to get something to drink

before we started.

All right.

You wanna go, uh...?

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