Renoir Page #3

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She has a bunch of boyfriends.

How do you know?

I've seen the guys who were

waiting for her the other evening.

No!

You live in a house where

the most beautiful paintings are hung.

And you stick this sh*t?

What if I prefer them?

You're a real fool.

Why no news on Gabrielle?

He fired her.

I thought she had left...

Because of her boyfriend? Bullshit!

It's mom who fired her.

She thought she was taking

too good a care of the old man.

You know what I mean.

It wasn't something new.

I miss her, Gabrielle.

More than mom?

Hang on, Jean.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

My hat on you.

Yes.

- Not like that.

- Gently.

Let's go. Ready?

Tell us if your leg hurts.

Is it nice to be carried by women?

Coco. Stay with us.

No.

Should I add black?

At Renoir's, we refuse

to see everything black.

The picture must be something nice...

and happy.

There are enough

annoying things in life...

there's no need for me to add more.

Misery, despair, death.

They're not my concern.

And war?

Not either.

Others...

are busy with tragedy.

Can you imagine me shooting myself?

At my age?

It would be sheer vanity.

Sh*t!

That's good!

Pearl White has a new series.

"The Mysteries of New York"?

I can't wait!

I'm waiting for

the continuation of "Vampires".

I find Musidora very mysterious.

If you only knew

how easy it is to appear mysterious.

- American actress?

- And why not?

What do they have that I don't? Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You have to grab.

Grab everything, Jean.

You can't be afraid. I want it all.

I won't wait for anyone.

I don't have the patience.

What?

I didn't say anything.

You don't mind waiting,

they've given you everything.

What have they given me?

A famous name...

and money. You don't have to work.

You don't need to, you have an income.

Income?

Yes, my dear.

What else?

What is your profession?

Soldier.

No, not now.

The war isn't over.

It'll end without you.

You have to know who you are.

And what about you? Who are you?

I am who I am.

Is that a riddle?

You love mysterious women.

Musidora.

Tell me, what is your ambition?

Your big dream?

I don't know... No.

No dream, no ambition.

Never say that to a

woman you love. She'll despise you.

Believe me.

Do you despise me?

Why can't you be

an artist like your father?

My father has never

considered it like that.

He sees himself as a painting laborer.

A laborer whom they call boss?

He has forbidden himself

from being an artist.

And does that forbid everyone?

Look. At 13, he was a painter...

On porcelain. I know.

- The master wants you to pose!

- Later!

- I'm exhausted!

- No! Right now!

I don't despise you. Not at all.

On the contrary, I love you. Yes.

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