The Moderns

Synopsis: Nick Hart is a struggling American artist who lives amongst the expatriate community in 1920s Paris. He spends most of his time drinking and socializing in local cafés and pestering gallery owner Libby Valentin to sell his paintings. He becomes involved in a plot by wealthy art patroness Nathalie de Ville to forge three paintings. This leads to several run-ins with American rubber magnate Bertram Stone, who happens to be married to Hart's ex-wife Rachel.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Alan Rudolph
Production: Nelson Entertainment
  2 wins & 5 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
126 min

Merci, Julien.

Monsieur Stone, madame, bonjour.

- Hem!

- My gosh! Excuse me.


Buffy Buckley.

Hard at work, eh? My gosh!

Can I buy you a drink?

Must be awful trying to work

in a place as noisy as this.

Have a seat, Bunny.

Buffy, actually. Thank you.

You can call me Bunny if you like.

- What'll it be?

- Whiskey.

And this business of

227 pieces of shrapnel...

270 and still walking.

My God! It's a miracle.

You're all right, Bun.

Thanks, Hem. That's swell of you.

That's damn swell of ya.

Monsieur Stone? Monsieur Stone, bonjour.

Monsieur Stone. Frdric Chapelle.


Ernest Hemingway, tell me,

are things as they should be?

What's the name?

- Napier, Eve.

- Eve.

Eve, it seems that you have your hand

on my fly rod.

Really? How rude!

Merci. Bye-bye.

Stop it.

Very original, wouldn't you say?

Monsieur I'Oiseau.

Monsieur I'Oiseau, Frdric Chapelle.



- Among the throng, but not of the throng.

- Monsieur I'Oiseau.

Bonjour, monsieur I'Oiseau.

Who are all these people?

Seems like a new boatload of expatriates

gets dumped here every day.

You think we should change cafs?

Easier to change your mind

than your caf, Oisif.

Don't call me Oisif.

- You almost finished?

- Done.

Good thing they don't pay me

by the hour for this.

I may have to make up

my column this week.

- I can't find my notes.

- You'd make it up anyway.

It's what The Tribune expects.

It's what they deserve.

Did I tell you?

They won't let me out of my contract

and transfer to Hollywood.

They just don't see that Hollywood is

the city of the future.

You said the same thing about Paris

six years ago.

The future doesn't just

stand still, you know.


Don't forget me

in your column next week, chri.

You should come with me, Hart.

To Hollywood? Come on, Oisif.

I think it'll be more fun

to watch the movies than to make them.

Au revoir.


if she comes back here, I'm gonna hit her.

Listen, Hart, you're flat broke.

- It's time to move on.

- Send me a postcard.

Besides, it's okay to be broke in Paris.

In America, it's downright immoral.

I don't ever want to be

on the scrounge again in America. Never.

- Do you know what's wrong with you?

- No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

You don't know what you want.

Luckily for you, I do.

I'll tell you what I want, Oiselle.

I want that woman over there.

I want to make love to her for five days.

Maybe in a cabin.

In a snowstorm. Yeah.

Then I want to paint her.

Then I don't care what happens.

Good. Then we'll go to Hollywood.

- Who's the big spender with her?

- That's Bertram Stone.

- Who's he?

- Self-made money.

Came here from New York in April.

In rubber, as I recall.

I read once that he apprenticed

with Houdini to be an escape artist.

- Escape artist?

- Yeah.

Now he's buying his way into culture.

Charming fellow. Totally ruthless.

It's rumored he killed a man.

- A killer? Tell me about her.

- You mean, his wife?

His wife.

It's well-known.

Not just another rumor?

If it had been rumor, you'd have read it

in my column a long time ago.

- Introduce me.

- Come on, Hart.

Stone's the kind of man you hate.

You don't want to meet him.

No. I want to meet her. Introduce me.

Now, Oisif.

Don't call me that

in front of them, all right?

Mais oui, monsieur I'Oiseau.

Hart, buy me a drink.

Yeah. Just a minute.

Scrounging for tidbits, Oisou?

You know how it is, Stone.

Everyone hates repeating gossip,

but what else is there to do with it?

That's funny.

- Isn't that funny, Bertie?

- Yes.

I think everything about Oisou is a joke.

For me...'s a triumph to entertain a man

who doesn't have a sense of humor.

You amuse yourself with minor triumphs.

I wouldn't say so.

Rachel Stone, Bertram Stone, Nick Hart.

Hart draws the weekly cartoon

for my column.

I see.

A serious cartoonist.

I've admired your work

in The Tribune, Mr. Hart.

You're very talented.

You're too kind.

- You're so beautiful today, Rachel.

- Yes.

Isn't she?

Like a perfect work of art.

No painter has ever captured her beauty.

Probably never will.

Don't you agree, Mr. Hart?

I suppose she's not a bad example

of her type.

Hart, do you know her?

I'm not sure that's possible.

I don't know what came over him.

Strangers sometimes upset him.

Sensitive type.

And my name is Oiseau.

He's funny.

Merci, ma chrie.

- Au revoir.

- Au revoir.

Madame Valentin.

As you can see, I'artiste uses color... beautiful people employ their wiles.

The more you see,

the more you want to see.

The more is revealed,

the more you yearn for greater revelation.

Being beautiful, you know as much

about these things as anyone.

Madame Valentin, but I'm afraid

it won't look right in our lounge.

You see, our walls are blue.


Come and see...

...Nicholas Hart.

- Nicholas Hart?

- The rage.

Le Tout-Paris is talking about it.

But that is horrible.

No. Give yourself time.

It's the shock of the new.

Shock? Shock's not the word.

- It's disgusting.

- Goes with blue.

- Mr. Brown.

- Madame Valentin.

How can I sell your work

if you insult my customers?

You're a lousy salesman.

It's the rainy season.

It's been raining for six years.


Have I been tried and found wanting?

You're talented.

Every bit as good of a peintre... your father.

- My father was a forger.

- That's blasphemy.

I never liked Caravaggio, myself.

But your father's Caravaggio I loved.

Your father is a master.

And you've inherited all his skills.

You know anything about Bertram Stone?

He's got lots of money.

He's just not worth a damn.

Maybe we should sell him

a couple of Harts.

That would be completely inacceptable.

I wouldn't sell him a sketch of yours,

not even a doodle.

And he owes me 10,000 francs

from another deal.

You know, Libby,

sometimes I get the feeling... don't want anyone

to own anything of mine.

You vex me.

I did sell one.

Yeah. Three years ago.

You never would tell me who to.

What I told you was...

...that the collector

wished to remain anonyme.

Anonyme, mon cul.

You probably lost it.

Dear boy...

...the first principle of artistic survival is... parlay...

...talent, talent, into cash.

Le cash.

Have you heard of...

Do you know madame Nathalie de Ville?

- No.

- Non?

A special woman.

Very beautiful, very vulnerable.

Very wealthy.

Her husband's just run off with...

...une danseuse apache.

And now, of course,

she wants to go to America without him.

She still has her pride.

- Why...

- I'm not in the travel business, Libby.

She has three wonderful paintings...

...she would rather like to take with her.


If she takes the originals with her,

there should be copies...

...left behind.

Her husband must never know.

It's a very delicate situation...

...requiring the utmost discrtion.

Quite naturally, she confided in me.

- It's forgery.

- Forgery? Forgerie, forgery is... No.

Forgery is criminel. These are copies.

Consider it a public service.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes

Alan Rudolph

Alan Steven Rudolph (born December 18, 1943) is an American film director and screenwriter. more…

All Alan Rudolph scripts | Alan Rudolph Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "The Moderns" STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 13 Jul 2024. <>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    The Moderns


    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.


    Are you a screenwriting master?

    Who directed the movie "The Social Network"?
    A Christopher Nolan
    B Quentin Tarantino
    C David Fincher
    D Aaron Sorkin