So Evil My Love Page #3

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I refuse to destroy the one thing

in the world I believe in.

I've told you that before.

Unfortunately, the art dealers don't share

Your enthusiasm for your work,

my dear fellow.

I do not understand you, Mark.

You steal pictures because you have to eat.

But why not fake them?

Are theft and forgery so far removed?

Your artistic opinions don't interest me.

You know nothing at all about pictures,

Except about how to dispose of them

in your rather dubious way.

Oh, very well.

The menalters canvases

return from the louvre

To lord milbrooke's on

the 14th of next month.

Good. We shall visit lord

milbrooke on the 14th.

Oh no. Not me. They now positively know.

The last time there was blood!

One paper openly referred to it as murder.

Last time I left everything to you.

This time I shall plan it myself.

To the milbrooke collection which

we shall collect on the 14th.

Unless they collect you first.

Unless they collect us first.

Cress sandwiches and ginger biscuits.

I must say I'm getting very tired

of bread and butter from for my tea.

Mr. Bellis has been ill.

His appetite needs stimulating.

Personally I don't eat

enough to keep a bird alive.

You should.

The idea. Ceylon! The very idea.

Seems nothing but fetch and carry

for your gentleman friend.

Wipe you mouth, Mrs. Shoebridge. There's

a piece of watercress on your chin.

How lovely they are.

They're so yellow this year, aren't they?

So much more yellow, when you wear them.

That color becomes you.

You should wear it more often.

I... I've been looking at some

of your new paintings.

You have?

Tell me about them.

I'm afraid I don't know very much about art.

Why not?

You know about other things.

You're warm, sensitive,

And kind to strangers.

They're unusual, aren't they?

They're not at all like photographs.

I don't believe paintings should be.

Others agree with me.

But not in England.

Here, they're steeped

in the dry rot of the past.

I'm sure they'll sell one day.

Yes. The day after my death.

As Mrs. Shoebridge would say,

So sad. He was quite, quite brilliant

Been over my head for years.

You're in high spirits today, Mr. Bellis.

You too.

You know I've never heard you laugh before.

More important. I've never seen you laugh.

You're a different person.

Different? In what way?

Usually you're so..

Forgive me but,

So reticent.

When you laugh, you're gay, very gay indeed.

I'd like to paint you.

Me? Oh, surely not.

Your hair is so lovely.

I'd like to see it down.

Down around you shoulders.

No. Please.

Nobody need know.

Come into the light.

I think I'll try a sketch first. May I?

If you really want to, Mr. Bellis.

That's all for today.

Light's gone.

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