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Morning. Morning.

She's closed.

Morale is open. Why don't you go there?

But only on commission if it sells.

That's no use to me.

No one really needs the money.

As always.

Don't you?

I don't. That's why I never argue with Madame Legrue.

Shit!

Edward!

I can't see any price tag, Martha.

English spoken?

When look, genuine works of art hand -painted on high -quality canvas by

French artists for reasonable prices.

Edward, those kids.

Can't you just see them peeking across our living room?

No. No, I can't, Martha.

I swear, you got no soul.

No soul at all.

She's here.

It's open now, dear.

And we do have time.

You're too proud, Henri.

Can't afford that.

Old agruno's.

Falls in your court, baby.

No, I cannot sell my soul today.

I refuse, absolutely.

All right.

Starve. Yeah.

No.

2 ,000 francs, madam.

How much?

Oh, yes.

475 dollars. It's a gift. Oh, Edward.

I sell at no profit at all.

Shall I say what I paid for it?

1 ,800 francs. And with the overheads, they're in Montmartre.

But you know, with this artist, you cannot bargain.

He dictates to me.

One's always a slave of genius.

Yeah, well, I don't know.

You make a good investment.

And also you encourage the artist.

One moment.

Thank you very much. And thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Thank you. Have a nice day.

Oh, thank you. Goodbye.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Come in.

Upstairs.

Your kittens don't sell.

But they do.

Those mercenaries... Only because I gave your picture away to make room for more

popular subjects.

Now, I'm ready.

Are you?

Mm -hmm.

But remember, if you ask one franc more than I've written here, I shall

not buy your picture.

Look to me, you dashed it off in half an hour.

Oh, look, you must be joking.

You really enjoy this, don't you?

Naturally.

It's my living.

And yours.

But you artists have such inflated ideas about your own worth.

I know what I'm prepared to pay. It's here.

Ask for too much, no deal. Oh, come on.

Ask for too little, and I'll buy the price you have named.

I know that.

I like everything to be quite clear.

The ball is in your court, my dear.

Let's say... 400 and... No, wait.

300 and... 300 francs.

No, you overpriced yourself.

100 francs?

That's all it's worth to me.

Good morning.

Drank already?

He's going to Madame Lagroule.

I won't ask much this time.

Okay? Done.

In the end, everyone learns.

Right.

Thanks for nothing.

You don't want to know what I would have fed for the clown?

No. Yes, you do.

Everyone does.

thousand friends.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look at you.

You'll catch your death.

Sounds good.

When did you last eat?

I had a big lunch.

Liar.

Hey, hey, hey.

You despise yourself, don't you? It is my drink.

I watched you stare today, night after night, killing yourself with this stuff.

How old are you?

What's the idea?

You've sold out for Madame Le Creux, haven't you?

She's the Pope, Catherine.

No. I meant you.

Stupid.

Hmm. Hello, Graham.

Graham.

Can't you see it yet?

No.

Graham.

No,

Graham.

Graham.

Graham.

Graham.

McQueen.

She hates me.

Well?

What do you think?

Why did you ask about a real time escape?

On the plot.

Don't have to. This is what sells.

For how much?

I told you, 400 francs.

That's what I always get from Madame Legrue.

I never argue.

You should.

You are going to pay the rubbish.

It's not rubbish.

It's garbage.

Rubbish for money.

Then get money.

Next time, I'll double.

What?

You're crazy.

I'll double.

Oh, you, the kept man.

What?

Aren't you living with that Fatima creature?

Listen, don't you start bidding nude.

I never buy nude, and I never sell them.

I love dirty pictures.

Don't forget, never bring me a nude.

No, no, no, that's another landscape, madam.

All right.

Upstairs. No, before we go up to the office, I'd just like to say I've been

taking my paintings for two years now, and with inflation,

cost of living... Don't you imagine you'll get my money because you're

with that... How does she call herself?

A model?

What's that got to do with it?

Remember, Mackenzie, the ball is in your court.

McGrew, I would like 800 francs for this painting. 800.

It's a lovely piece of work.

In fact, it can even be improved.

I'll show you where it really belongs.

Money, money, money, money.

Money, money, money, money, money.

Oh, lights are on.

Someone's home.

There she is.

Now, if you are going to paint garbage for money, you've got to get the money.

And you've got to get double the money, double the money.

Thank you.

Of course.

Mrs. Legrue gave me so much.

I don't even have to do this stuff anymore.

I mean, real, real answers.

Liar!

Of course I'm a liar.

What do you expect, huh?

And you are an imbecile.

I'm not arguing.

I'm going to have this baby, okay?

We both are.

All right, you want a baby, you have a baby. I'm telling you!

It's yours!

Your child!

My child?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're having a baby.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's nice.

There's no money.

Son.

Son.

We must get married.

Because no child of mine is going to grow up without a father and a mother

nice house to grow up in and live in.

Besides, I love you.

A house.

Yes.

But not here. Back where I come from. In Algeria.

Yeah. Where he will get a son and have a... Relations like my uncle and aunt

and... You know, they were in a cafe. They'd give anything for me to go back

help them. You want to drink, you mean?

No, no, no. Meanwhile, you can paint. Yes, I'll paint and we'll make millions

dollars and we'll be famous. Simple.

Look, Legrue does not buy nudes.

She'll buy this one.

She hates them. She absolutely hates them. It's an obsession with her.

Saints.

All right, Countess.

Here you are.

Campaign.

You know, when I feel free.

You will be.

What are you doing that for? You look gorgeous.

Thank you, Queen.

How dare you?

Get out. I don't do business with your kind.

You'll do business with me?

I'm doing you a favor, La Grue. I could have taken thee to Forel. See?

If I'm not with you, then I know you can't refuse to do it.

Come on.

I'm not with you.

I'm not with you.

Only a whore.

would afford for a picture like this.

Anyone can do that.

Get out of that chair.

I will.

When you have bought that picture.

Buy it. I will not. Don't touch it.

Don't touch it. Don't you imagine I'm going to buy this obscenity.

If you don't, Florelle will buy it.

And he will put it in the middle of its window so everyone in Montmartre can see

it. Then everyone in Paris. Then all the American tourists. Because I will

instruct Blauhael not to sell for at least a year.

Take it over, Lacroix.

Thank you very carefully.

Oh, Blackmailer.

That's what it is. Blame Blackmailer.

Yes.

Anyway.

When you have bought it, you can destroy it.

The ball is in your court.

I've done what you do.

I've returned it here.

You get just the one chance in this game.

As you know.

After all, you invented it, didn't you?

Everyone knows the way you destroy artists.

Take your grave, Mackenzie. Bury yourself.

But now...

And it's your turn to know how it feels.

What do you bid for my body?

Your face?

How much are you after?

I'll give you a broad idea, okay?

My man and I are moving to Algeria.

We'll need, uh...

Travel, money, tickets, trunks,

a moped.

You want to buy a small house there?

A house?

I certainly will not.

But shall I display your picture?

Everyone will hear about you and know what a greedy hypocrite you have been

your life.

Your business will suffer and you will be a laughing stock.

They'll need a little extra to put in the bank, like respectable people do, so

that Mackenzie never has to sell himself cheap again.

Just sell it up. It won't take you long.

A hundred thousand francs for the house.

With a studio for Mackenzie.

A hundred and fifty thousand francs for the house and the studio.

Keep digging, Lacroix.

It's to save your business.

And your faith.

All right.

50 ,000 more to put in the bank.

Oh, come on, Leslie. You've made millions of francs in your time in just

way. You can afford it and not even nothing.

Let me choose.

Go on.

Three.

Three hundred thousand francs. Come on.

Four hundred thousand francs.

Ah, the boys haven't fainted.

Drive on. One moment.

What am I doing?

What is? You've got the cash. Drive on.

For you.

So you can see what we would have expected.