Zorn Page #3

- Poor him...

He wanted to escape

form his commissioner job!

He had a hangover, the noob.

He claimed you insisted that

his paintings got the best places.

- It wasn't exactly so...

- Just what we thought!

Zorn played sick in order

to receive the prize.

I don't know really...

Prince Eugene comes to Paris

to be present at the ceremony.

Your Majesty, your Royal

Highnesses, ladies and gentlemen.

I have the honor to award the World

Exhibition's Grand Prix for painting.

The competition has been fierce.

However, the jury agreed...

the Nordic light is

shining brightest.

The prize goes to Sweden

and Mr. Anders Zorn.

- I must have something. A pilsner.

- No way a beer could help you!

Yes, please!

- Damn, how it's swaying!

- That's just inside your head.

- Haven't you slept at all?

- No.

The most beautiful in the world is

a summer night in the Archipelago.

- But you...

- I just crashed I think.

I was talking about the Nordic light.

When you started to snore.

But now I'm awake. Unfortunately.

- Help me get down a "restorer".

- That's what I meant. Pilsner...

- I feel so bad.

- Sure, you'll have a "restorer".

Hold your nose.

And close your eyes.

Closed eyes and open your mouth.

You must open your mouth!

Open mouth!

So! Big sips. Swallow now...

- Oh my God, I'm dying.

- You're not dying!

You don't look pretty today.

- I've never been a beauty.

- But today you look unusual ugly.

Rather that than being a

unhappy womaniser like you.

- You have a drinkers hiccup.

- It is perfectly normal hiccup.

That's drinkers hiccup.

Oh my God...

Ols-Maria...

Ols-Maria...

You are so remarkably beautiful.

More beautiful than all summer nights.

Beautiful mistresses and white boats

are expensive in maintenance.

- I can afford it.

- Yes, of course.

You are proud

over your nice price.

I've never bothered about prices.

But this one's different.

They can say whatever they want.

This should prove

that one isn't totally without talent.

Really recognized in Sweden,

I'll never become.

- You're a champ in painting.

- You talk so much crap, Albert.

But maybe some of the critics

will shut up now.

But actually

it doesn't mean a anything!

Who is the father of the child?

She can tell me so we get

it right in the church records.

Ida doesn't need to worry. She wants

the child to be baptised, right?

Just say who the baby's father is.

- I don't know.

- Ida shall tell me the truth.

I can't say it.

- Then I don't know what I can do.

- I want him to get baptised anyway.

But I may not know about his father...

She's a disgrace for the village!

Disgraced by an illegitimate kid!

- What should the boy be called?

- Anders.

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