Girl With A Pearl Earring Page #4

A month or more.

Why?

What's it to you?

Well, she's eating us out of house

and home for a start.

She must eat for the baby.

All I'm saying is, I can't cook

twice as much and have no sleep at all.

Tell her to be quiet, then.

If I could just go back to the cellar...

Well, you can't.

Griet has your place.

Why not move Tanneke back?

Put a mattress in the attic

for Griet.

Tanneke can sleep soundly...

and Griet can clean the studio

before she comes down in the morning.

My jewels.

You always have my jewels

up there to paint.

She...

You lock up at night,

open it in the morning.

There.

Are you satisfied, Tanneke?

Yes, mistress.

Got it.

I win again.

No, we are drawing.

- Well, I do.

- No you don't.

No need to go

to the fish market tomorrow.

Mistress wants eggs.

No...

she cannot abide the smell

when she's with child.

So soon?

As if there weren't enough mouths

to feed already.

Still...

what can you do, eh?

Men.

Marvelous.

No, Jan.

(laughing)

Why did you move the chair?

She looked trapped.

(distant thunder)

Maria:
Griet!

Are you up there?

One of my tortoiseshell combs

is gone.

Mistress:

She's nothing but trouble.

Griet:
Master, I did not do it.

Help me.

Tanneke:
Please.

Let me look for you.

Maertge:
Papa?

- Father?

- Tanneke:
Don't!

Leave it alone. I'll find it.

Please, sir.

Mistress:
What's going on?

What are you doing?

Stop it!

For heaven's sake,

you're scaring the children.

What are you doing?

Cornelia.

(groaning)

She's dishonest.

Always sneaking around.

Shirking her work.

Tanneke has complained of it.

Creeping upstairs all day long.

My daughter is right,

there has been too much sneaking about.

I only took her

out of charity.

- If I thought she'd be...

- With another child due

we need the extra help.

Fit in all your work

and do not slack

or it will be the worst for you.

I shall invite Master Van Ruijven.

Johannes must have

a new commission.

Get back to work.

Van Ruijven:
All these girls.

The boys will soon

be swarming around like flies.

I tell you, if I was

a few years younger...

A connoisseur in everything,

Master Van Ruijven.

But you should be faithful

to one mistress above all others...

Art.

Your name will surely be famed

as one of the great patrons.

With your exquisite taste,

your subtle understanding

of allegory and allusion...

No, no, stop it, stop it. My God, woman,

you could sell sour milk to cows.

Now what is it you want?

A group painting.

Yourself and Emilie.

Your lovely daughter too.

Or...

a merry company.

Wine...

a good meal on your table.

Your friends all about.

Music.

- And dancing.

- It's better. Better, better.

I'll take your bait.

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