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[***]

Go.

1.4.

1.4.

It wants to be faster.

[sighs]

[muttering]
Number three...

Three wants more distance.

Or something crawling
under the wire.

[onlookers chuckling]

[man]: Gentlemen
and ladies,

the extraordinary,

the incomparable,

the father of photography,

I give you
Mr. Eadweard Muybridge!

[applause]

Thank you.

I don't really have
much to say...

I only wanted to show you this.

[door opens]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[audience gasps softly]

This... is life.

Only to be repeated again

and again,

and again...

and again.

[applause]

Thank you.

[hum of bustling crowd]

You just
showed them magic.

I'm simply
a photographer.

Well, I've dabbled,

and ask my wife,

my photos of our hounds
are definitely not magic.

Let me ask you something.

What made you think of
using 12 cameras?

12 chances to win
Stanford's bet.

And all over a bet
you've discovered motion?

Discovered?

Now, how do you discover
something that's always been?

True.

I'm just an amateur,

but you know what would make
your images even better?

No, I don't.

The sound of the hooves.

Hooves?

Now, why would we need that?

That's life.

It's the opera.

[puffs and whinnies
like a horse]

"Neigh!"

Right, well...

I will think about it.

Tom.

Edison.

Edison.

And this is...

Flora.

Missus?

Flora.

I came to hire Mr. Muybridge
to take my portrait.

Ah, well,
I only do horses.

[chuckles]

Surely photographing a lady
is easier than a horse.

Indeed.

Or I could gallop,

if that would
make you more comfortable.

You know,
when I was little,

my father--

[furniture scraping heavily]

When I was little,

my father taught me
how to use a pinhole camera.

I think my photos
might have rivalled these.

Where was this one?

North Alaska.

Really Alaska?

Or British Columbia.

I want to go there.

Let me see.

Yes, that's
British Columbia.

I can smell
the air there.

Those are chemicals.

[inhaling deeply]

It's so fresh.

[singing] * A world
lives in your suitcase *

* Your suitcase

* Your black, tattered
grubby old suitcase... *

Hmm.

That...

that right there,
is now gone.

What is?

That moment. I missed it.

Everything slips by,

whoosh, whoosh,
whoosh...

I want to capture it,
before it's all gone.

Sit.

I...

would like to see
the in-between,

to see what's invisible.

I can't stop,

and it's
never enough.

When is enough enough?

I couldn't tell you.

I always seem to want more.

Do you know
what I mean?

Yes, I do.

Good.

If I could keep a camera
on you, Flora,

for the rest
of your life...

Yes, that's better.

I've decided

I'm not
going to grow old.

It's repulsive.

Smile.

[yelping]

[coughing and laughing]

It's all right.

Eadweard?

It's done.

Hey, Eadweard, come here.

[coughing and spluttering]

Magnesium.

[laughing]

I used too much
magnesium.

Yes. Magnificent.

[***]

You're watching me.

I couldn't sleep.

Try harder.

I can't stop
looking at you.

This line here,
those lines there,

these lines...

You have good bones.

I can't stop looking
at this line,

this line, these lines.

Stop. Stop...

Hello?

What are you doing?

Saying hello to my boy.

[chuckles]

A boy?

Yes.

There's no one there.

You're as crazy
as all get out.

Eadweard, I have to fess up,

after I saw you
take those horse photos,

I travelled all the way
from San Francisco to here,

plotting different ways
to be alone with you,

and then I just
came up and asked.

Is that strange?

Perhaps.

Well, you're probably
a bad judge of strange.

Yes.

Where are we going next?

You are married.

I can marry again.

I was young, I was 16.

I can pick my life now,
I know that.

You can?

Eadweard, I am the most
interesting person

you have ever met,

and I'm yours...

and you're all mine.

The end.

The end.

[***]

So white...

Mister Clouds.

What is all this?

Why did it happen?

I didn't shave.

No...

What?

I hate that you make me ask.

Your hair.

Changing color, turning white?

Maybe you just
got old instantly.

Perhaps.

I guess things happen.

Don't make much sense.

There was a boy

travelling with his father
on the stagecoach.

And that boy lost his father
that day...

and that boy
is all that's left of that man.

[horse screaming]

[reins rattling and tearing]

[from outside]
Hey, easy, girl, easy!

[wood creaking,
drivers shout in alarm]

[screaming in panic]

I woke up...

maybe days later.

I'd lost my sense of taste,

my smell, and sight.

But it all slowly came back...

except the color of my hair.

I don't know if my mind
ever recovered, Flora.

But all I could think about
was that horse running,

that flying horse...

as if time stopped.

So, no, I do not know

why things happen.

Only God knows.

Yes.

I'd like to sit
by the window, please.

Of course.

[clears throat]

After you.

Thank you.

Yes.

Inside this book

you will only find
what a word means.

With your hard-earned money,

and trust me,

I know what a dollar means
in sweat and work,

I will create the world's first
encyclopedia of motion,

and show the actions
beneath the words.

I intend to photograph
animal locomotion

to discover how we move.

Animals running?

Yes, and walking,
and jumping--

I will not only
photograph horses,

and domestic animals,
and wild beasts,

but people, like yourselves,

men and women

during their daily activities
and actions.

How much do you need,
Muybridge?

$50,000.

[crowd erupts in outrage]

50,000!

Preposterous!

Come on!

This is art,
not science.

[crowd grumbling in displeasure]

Eadweard...

Where are you going?

To another
university.

They'll only ask you
the same questions.

No one knows what
you're trying to do.

You need
to show them.

If I get the money,
I could produce the photos.

If you produce
the photos,

they'll give you
your money.

Listen, I can
give you apprentices,

and facilities
to get it started,

so we can
see the result.

Those photographs
will be my photographs,

with my name on them.

They may be
your photographs,

but this is
my University,

my reputation,

so these photos
will represent us.

Do I make myself clear?

[bell tolling]

Flora...

As I live
and breathe.

Eadweard Muybridge.

What a thrill to finally
meet you in the flesh.

I have been
awaiting the--

Flora,
are you all right?

I'm fine,
a bit flushed,

but Thomas kept me company--

Thomas Eakins.

The painter.

Thomas Eakins? The...

I am actually the reason

that the university has
heard about your husband.

Yes. Thank you.

Not at all.

I was just enlisting
Thomas's models for you.

Models?

Well, I don't need
models, I need people.

Eadweard likes real
real life.

And real life is ugly.

With the exception
of Mrs. Muybridge here.

Flora.

Will you be posing
for his cameras, Flora?

Oh, quite definitely.

No.

No?

Well, you come pose for
me if he won't let you.

Nice to meet you.

And you, sir.

I love the idea of being
in one of his paintings.

Oh, Flora, he is a man
who will only embellish.

You're enough.

You think
he couldn't handle me?

My love, he wouldn't
know which way was up.

[***]

Stop.

Open.

What do you think?

Looks like a field,
an old barn.

Yes.

But do you like it?

I love it.

[inhaling]

Outside all day long...

I want to take
the pictures myself.

Now, the actions
are going to be done out here.

Why do you
need models

when you can
photograph this?

Yes...

but can you pick up
a 40-pound boulder and throw it?

Or pole vault?

Yes, all of
those things.

And a cartwheel, too!

Hmm.

[applauding]

I guess I don't need
anyone else.

Come with me.

What are you going
to make me do?

Stay.

I'm not one of
your horses.

I know.

Now, when I say go,

I want you to walk slowly
from here to that far end there.

Are you ready?

Go!

-Like this?
-Yes, keep going!

Now, the cameras are going to be
here, here, here, and here,

capturing your every move.

You look like
a little boy.

I am.

But did you see
what you did there?

You left the track.

All those pictures
are wasted, you see.

Oh...

We have to start
all over again.

[***]

[laughing]

Now...

Which one of you
is Mr. Henry Bell?

I, sir.

Now, I've heard you're
a good cook with chemicals?

Well, I can't cook
worth a darn,

but I know developing.

You will be in charge
of chemicals and plates.

Now, we only have
enough silver nitrate

for ten series,

which means...

not a single shot can be wasted.

Rondinella, electrics.

We will need 24 cameras.

Holy shit.

Where are we
going to find 24 cameras?

We are going to build them.

Holy shit.

Who are you?

I'm... J. Liberty Tadd.

An honour.

Just a big fat honour, sir.

I went into art
because of your photos.

Yosemite, the railroads,
just--

Yes, yes, yes.

This is science.

What is it you do?

I don't know.

Can you find us volunteers?

Well, my fiancee works at
the Zoological gardens.

Good.

Find us our subjects, then.

Go.

What's wrong?

These are
our first subjects?

Uh, yes.

It says here,
"Pigs Running."

These pigs won't work.

[oinking and squeaking]

I was thinking we would
start with something

with a bit more bang.

Well, it took me
a lot longer than expected

to get these pigs.

No elephants?

No.

Monkeys swinging?

No--

Men wrestling,
women jumping?

Uh...

So this is
all you found?

Yes.

They were hard to get.

Nobody wanted
to give us pigs.

I really thought
they would please everyone.

Tadd, you're
on electrics.

Rondinella, you've been
promoted to subjects.

Yes, sir.

Ooh, fired.

You'll get 'em
next job, Tadd.

Here.

Get ready, piggies.

You're going for a run.

All right,
let's set the plates.

Let's get these subjects
moving into position.

We have to move quickly.

I'll take that.

Are we set?

Electrics?

Plates are set.

Good.

[whistling and beckoning]

Pig, pig, pig, pig...

Go.

No, no, no!

Reset.

Get them.

I don't think
they like carrots.

Should we switch
to cabbages?

How about "Man chasing
a pig with a stick"?

Let's go again.

Let me try.

Let's get this.

Come, come, come, come.

[pigs oinking]

All right.

Here we go, this way...

Go!

Did we get it?

Plates weren't set, sir.

[roars in frustration]

All right, no more animals,

we need a human
before the end of the day.

It's perfect, Flora.

It's you.

We'll take it.

Wait.

Just... pull it back up
for one second, my flower.

Please.

Stop.

Slide it off again.

Yes...

Can we photograph this?

I'm going to come model this--

No, no, no, Flora,
this is not a study.

I wanted to see you.

Now, just slide it off
one more time, up and down.

One more time,
just--

Eadweard,
the moment is gone.

No...

Flora...

It's still not right.

We'll take it.

Who is she?

Tadd's fiancee.

She's a kid.

Yeah, I think she's
his cousin, too.

Cousin?

Second cousins,
maybe.

What will
her action be?

"Woman walking."

So moving slower
than a pig.

Let's get a practice first.

You are number two.

I'm not sure--

No, I'm telling you,
you're number two.

She's number two.

The pigs were number one,
she's number two.

It's just a few paces,

When I say go, you go
from there to there. Simple.

Easy.

Standing by.

Plates set.

Are you ready, number two?

Go.

No, stop!

Stop.

What are you doing?

Right, we can't use that one.

We're running out
of plates, sir.

We have enough left
for one series--

Yes, yes, yes,
I know.

What were you doing?

Walking.

No, you weren't walking,

you were stopping along the way.

Well, what would you
like me to do?

What do you mean
what I would like you to do?

I would like you to walk.

Just walk?

Yes, just walk.

When is the picture taken?

-As you walk.
-At what point?

At all points!

There, there, there, and there!

All down the line!

I see.

Yes.

It's simple.
You go from here...

[clucking his tongue]

to there.

Like this?

No, no, no,

not so self-consciously.

Let your arms swing
naturally.

Come back, try again.

Go.

No, just let
your arms swing.

All right...

Stop trying to walk

and walk, walk,

walk! Walk!

I am walking.

I'm sorry, she's just nervous.

Don't be nervous, sweetie!

[quietly] When I tap my head,
you take the photo.

Do you understand?

-Yes.
-Good.

Number two,
you're done.

I have one series left,

and I can't waste it on you.

I'm sorry, I can get this.

No, I don't
think you can.

Complete!

[clapping]

[applauding]

Thank you.

That was a good walk.

I'm actually proud
of you, honey.

Good job.

[***]

Eadweard,
this is not a good time.

[***]

Any takers?

We need examples
of athleticism.

[***]

I'm looking for animals
to photograph.

Well, we got lots
of those, all right.

I'd like to bring this bear
to my studio nearby,

it's not far from here,

and take
a series of photographs,

and then bring him back,

should only take a few hours.

How much would something
like that trouble you?

Not sure.

Would $50 suit you?

$50?

Good.

What else do you
have here?

Well, what do you want?

-Elephants?
-Yes, over there.

Tigers? Lions? Eagles?

Yes, sir,
we got 'em all.

I will take them all, then.

For $50?

$50 apiece.

What's your name, sir?

Noah.

Filling up my ark.

[laughs]

[***]

Eadweard, what are you
doing with him?

I need a cat.

Two men fighting in a battle...

Woman falling on ground.

Lifting...

lifting, lifting, lifting...

log.

Man fighting.

Man dancing.

Man performing handstand.

New series.

Are we set?

Plates are set.

Electrics.

Go!

Complete.

Let's set up
for a new series.

Men boxing.

What's wrong, Tadd?

Something
on the lens, sir.

Again?

New series.

Go!

Go!

[***]

[shutters clicking]

Complete.

Complete!

Complete!

Complete!

[clapping]

[distant sobbing]

[Flora weeping]

Flora?

[knocks gently]

Flora...

[sobbing continues]

[gasping and sobbing]

Flora? Flora!

Flora, open the door!

[banging insistently]

[Eadweard humming gently]

[water trickling]

How could I not know?

We'll have another.

[resumes humming soothingly]

[***]

[rooster crows]

Flora, what are you doing?

I was imagining
I was in these moments.

Which?

Alaska, San Francisco,

British Columbia...

Like memory, Flora?

No.

Are you there now?

Yes.

How do we go there?

Pennsylvania isn't where
I imagined us starting.

It will only take
a couple of months

to finish these studies.

Then we can go
wherever you choose.

Once I get the money,
I'll take you into town.

What the heck do we call
that last series?

It's simple, Bell.

What did we
just shoot?

A man walking a goat.

That's your title, then.

"A man
walking a goat."

Yes.

What would you
have next?

We have dogs
and chickens,

performing mule,

woman climbs ladder.

I think it's
a little arbitrary.

Nothing is arbitrary.

We need to get them all,
all of them.

Which one's ready?

I have no idea.

It's impossible
to keep track.

[woman]:
How would I know

how he wants me
to climb a ladder.

I've never climbed one
till now.

You just climb.

Up, down. Up, down.
It's simple.

[Larkyns]:
"Up down, up down, simple."

I like that, Eadweard.
I'm writing it down.

I'm writing
an article.

Name's Harry.
Harry Larkyns.

On me, or on this?

On you, of course.

I'm the theatre critic
from the Post.

Oh. The theatre.

I don't do theatre.

I find it all a bit false.

Oh, but you do.

Who wouldn't pay
a pretty penny

to watch you
do your work,

eat your lemons?

It's better than theatre.

Excuse me?

Who are you?

I'm number 33.

No, what is your name?

Mary.

Mary.

Mary is our next series.

She's a bit taller
than what we've set up for.

Let's adjust the levels.

What's the lens at?

It's at 85.

Let's bring it down
to 75.

Are you ready with the watch?

Yes.

Right. Mary.

Tall.

About...

24.

I'm 20.

Correction,
20.

And, uh, petite
or medium build?

Petite. There's a cloud!

We have to go.

Petite.

What would you like?

Hmm.

Woman jumping over the stool.

Are you ready?

Grand.

Perfect.

Go.

Perfect.

The theatre.

[applause]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[***]

Where are you
coming from, Harry?

California.

What, for the rush?

For the gold rush?

No, I went for the adventure.

I missed all the gold.

Look at all these bloody
things that we do, huh?

Every moment.

Yes,

and we're never truly still.

Think about it.

I'm asking you.

Even at rest,
we're constantly moving,

until we die.

So are you dissecting life?

The movement
that makes up life.

We're taught to love
pretty things

like flowers and sunsets,

and have forgotten the beauty
in pouring a cup of tea,

or...

the poetry
in lifting an umbrella,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I want to create something
that's never been seen before.

These have a life hereafter.

They are my children.

They are forever.

What else is there,

after you die?

That's fascinating.

That is fascinating.

I'm writing that
words for words.

Oh, you've not written a word.

I write the ones
I remember.

I'm keen to be
in one of your studies.

Could I volunteer?

What can you do?

I can fence.

Fence?

Fence.

Is that a challenge?

Well, that depends

if you're going
to let me volunteer.

All right.

[***]

Flora?

I came to model.

Flora...

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

Like that.

With all that judgment.

I'm your...
I'm your wife.

I'm your wife.

Stop it, Flora.

Did you walk here?

That's five miles, Flora.
What were you thinking?

No, don't touch me.

Listen, Flora,
this is not you.

No, stop it.
Stop it--

This isn't you.
This isn't you--

Stop. Stop!

Eadweard...

No!

No! No...

No. No...

No! Stop it!

Stop it. Stop it...

Stop it.

Shh...

Flora.

My Flora...

[Bell]: Sir?

[whispering]

Sir...

[quietly] I can't.

[Bell]: Sir, next model's
refusing to come out.

[Eadweard]:
Did he say why?

[Bell]: He insists on
speaking with you

right now.

Well, he's going
to have to wait.

I need to take
Flora home.

I'm headed
back into town.

I could see her
home safe.

That wouldn't
trouble you?

No trouble at all.

Much obliged.

We're going to lose
our light, sir.

Sir?

Yes...

Where is he?

Around back.

[***]

[voices approaching]

[Flora]: There's no way
that watch can be right.

[Larkyns]:
No, maybe not.

[laughing]

Here, this is
more like it.

That doesn't change the
fact that it's very late.

Shh...

Well, you owe Mr. Larkyns
some gratitude.

Oh, do I?

We waited
for you here,

but Mr. Larkyns
had to review a play,

so I insisted he escort me
to the theatre tonight.

It was a dreadful
show, wasn't it?

Do you know
what time it is?

I do because
I just asked.

It's a quarter
of midnight.

No, it's 2:30.

Not according to
his watch.

Good night, Harry.

I'm very sorry
for your troubles.

Oh, no trouble,
really.

It is a dreadful
timepiece, she's right.

I'm afraid the Americans
haven't figured out how to--

I would never wish
to be the cause

of such
a misunderstanding

between a husband
and his wife, Eadweard,

so, with all
due respect,

I'm going to take
my leave now.

My watch?

You know what, Eadweard,
you keep it.

A gift.

A gentleman's understanding.

I do fear it's broken, though.

I'm quite certain

there's no way it can
be before midnight.

A watch can be
repaired.

Indeed.

[Flora humming]

[***]

So, you'll just walk,
meet, and partially turn.

All right.

Okay, follow me.

Stand right here...

and we'll have you here.

Thank you.

Fine.

Just a moment.

Go.

[cameras running]

Complete.

We are going to reset!

Let's get number 74 and 75
back here!

Put the cameras
back on their marks!

I thought
we got that one.

It's fine, sir, we've
got it, we can move on--

-We didn't get it!
-What didn't we get?

I can't see their
actions, their movements!

You should tell
the subjects that.

It means--

I can't see the movement
of the legs,

the waist, the bodies!

I can't see the motion with
their dresses and layers

and skirts in the way!

Well, how do you expect
ladies to be dress?

How do you expect
animals to be dressed?

People aren't animals.

What are we, then?

Fine.

74 and 75!

What do you mean,
naked?

Yes. For the study
of the movement.

No.

No.

From this moment forward,

we only photograph
nude subjects!

Hold on a second.

Naked studies?

In front of the camera,

there is only action.

That will discredit
all of our work.

An action of naked women?

And of men, too?

This is science!

Yes, agreed.

Well, if you think

we're just going to help you
photograph erotic photos...

I am an honest man.

Don't be so ignorant, Bell.

And you, Rondinella?

Tadd, they'll kick us out.

Damn all of you.

[***]

[spits]

Any luck?

None.

[laughs]

Eadweard, there ain't
no goddamn way

I'm going out there...

like this.

What is your concern?

It's a diaper.

It's a goddamn
diaper.

It's a pelvis cloth.

It's called a pelvis cloth.

I look like
a straight ol' dick.

Well...

We need to see the body.

You got any idea
what'll happen

if I wore a diaper
while I worked?

Hot metal, Eadweard.

I work with hot metal.

[sighs]

Let me speak plainly to you.

These photographs
will be seen

by the world,

scientists, doctors,

dancers, artists,

detectives...

Some goddamn artist's
gonna paint a picture,

and everybody gonna be
wearing diapers?

well, I sincerely doubt it,

but they will have an excellent
example of form,

an exquisite specimen,
if I may,

of a strong,
masterful blacksmith.

Shall we, then?

It's a goddamn
diaper, Eadweard.

Only if you fill it with shit.

Dammit.

Are we ready?

Ready.

Electrics.

Sir, we're
losing the light.

Will this work?

Hurry!

Go.

Go!

Action!

Do your action!

Do it!

Did we get
the series?

We got it.

Thank you.

You can go.

Eadweard, I heard
you've been shut down.

No, no, we're just...

we're running a little
short on volunteers

at the studio.

Uninhibited women.

I think that's what
you're asking for, am I right?

Listen, I'm not looking for--

I need to see
the movement, Thomas.

I need to see...

I can pay.

No, no, this is not
a brothel, Eadweard.

The women and men
are here for the art,

for the thrill.

And I just have to say,

my lord, you are
in incredible shape.

Do you mind if I--

Stop it.

I beg your pardon,

but I am a tremendous
connoisseur

of the human body.

Look, I'm fairly certain
I can persuade them,

and I will send you
some models

on the condition that
I can model for you.

All right then.

And perhaps you can
model for me sometime?

[Flora]:
Like this?

[man]: Very nice.
Okay, hold that.

Eadweard?

Flora...

Eadweard--

What are you doing?

All right,
all right.

Muybridge!

Flora!

His models aren't
as refined as you.

You're decent!

Spontaneous!

Feminine!

You see me that way,
they don't.

I hate refined!

I don't want them
to look at you that way.

It's indecent.

That's you.
That's your mind.

In my mind,
I'm not being indecent.

You're putting that on me!

I am protecting you.

Protecting me?

From whom, Eadweard?

Eakins.

Eakins?

Him?

Yes.

Are you kidding?
What about your models?

Subjects.

It's the same
goddamn thing.

You just want to
see them naked.

It's not about
seeing them nude,

it's about
the movement of the body!

If it is about the movement,
then let me model.

Let me model.

You can't answer, can you?

I just wonder

where all the ugly women
in your studies are.

[gasping in passion]

[door opens]

Where were you?

What are you doing?

Where were you
planning on going?

You broke open the lock?

Are you
planning a trip?

This is mine.

Answer me.

You don't trust me.

You've packed a trunk
full of your clothes.

What am I to think?

That I'm running away?

Maybe I should.

Maybe I should go,

rather than live like this.

Like what?

By myself!

You don't exist.

You're like one of your
goddamn pictures, Eadweard.

For good reason, it seems.

Now, where were you
planning on going?

Where?

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

I was packing up the things
that wouldn't fit anymore.

Flora, my flower...

[door opens]

Hey, we got one of Eakins'
models here today.

She's been waiting
over an hour.

Right, right.

No, no, you're
not hearing me.

One of...
Eakins' models.

Yes?

Really?

Oh, yes, that's good.

Good, good.

My apologies
for keeping you waiting.

[Irish accent]: What would you
like me to do?

Do?

Sweep.

Yes, you will sweep, sweep.

Sweep without any clothes on?

Naked, right?

Nude, yes.

Aren't you wanting to see
something more exciting?

Oh, this is exciting.

If you say so.

Would you like
to practice one?

No, I don't need to.

I know how to sweep.

All right.

Do you want me
to undress now?

Yes.

We're ready.

Are you ready?

[stammering]
Uh... should we leave?

All right.

Wait!

Ready.

Electrics.

Go!

Hold! Hold!

Expose the plates.

This will just
take a moment.

So...

what's your background?

Irish.

Right.

We're
ready.

Thank you.

Go.

[***]

And complete.

Oh, right.

Here you go.

And thank you.

It was nice meeting you.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Bye.

Eh... that was good.

Go.

[***]

[child giggles]

[***]

Complete.

Did we get it?

Can we do it
again?

No.

We're missing
some plates.

Sir, we're missing plates
from the darkroom.

What?

I think someone
stole them.

I don't know.

Which ones?

Some of
the nude series.

The female ones?

Bloody hell.

[***]

What's the next series?

Woman pouring
a bucket of water

over a seated
companion.

Good.

Hold!

You do not
have approval

to continue taking lewd photos!

[gasps of shock]

I wasn't looking
for approval.

Well, you should have,
because I'm shutting you down.

Are we set?

Electrics.

This is a university,
not a whore house,

where all patrons--

male patrons--

photograph
their self-indulgences!

I'm afraid you are seeing this
in the wrong light.

We see it in the light
and glory of our Lord.

No...

science.

Science has nothing to learn

from the wiggle
of a naked girl's behind!

I strip away the clothes
not to see the flesh,

but to better see the motion.

If I could,

I would strip away the flesh
to see the muscle,

then strip muscle to see bone.

I'd even throw away
the very skeleton

to see the essence of an action.

That is what I'm interested in.

Your nonsense only
affirms your madness.

You're right.

Eadweard, don't.

[crowd murmuring]

Hold on.

Don't do this.

Setting up
for a new series!

What's the subject?

Man, walking.

Age 50.

You have a run of the devil
in you, Eadweard.

Yes.

Stop this!

[gasps of shock]
Oh, my god...

I will not be taken
advantage of here!

Go!

[***]

[murmuring uncomfortably]

Eadweard,
may I enter?

Who is it?

Mary.

Number 33?

I came back to model.

I've covered the plates.

You can open the flap.

I'd like you

to wear this around your waist
for tomorrow.

This stick?

Yes. For practice.

I can show you.

Come.

Turn around.

This stick

will analyze the movement
of your hips.

The stick will swing,

revealing the precise angle,

and perhaps...

we'll discover
the formula for grace.

You think you can make
the formula for anything?

I never thought
I was the type of girl

to do something
like this.

I realized today

I haven't been
inspired by anything

or anyone in so long,

until all this, and...

you.

I keep talking

because I'm not sure
if you're going to or not.

Talk, I mean.

I guess I'll take
my clothes off now.

Yes.

Out there.

[heavy footstep]

Was someone just here?

No.

I heard footsteps.

There was no one here, Eadweard.

I know what I heard.

[***]

[clears throat]

What is this one,
and why is she dressed?

Sir, this is "an unmarried
woman undresses."

Are we ready, then?

Electrics.

Go ahead.

[***]

[flashbulb clicks]

[humming softly]

Why are you always staring?

It's beautiful.

It's strange.

It's strange, Eadweard.

I can't tell if you're
looking at me, or...

I don't know.

Looking at what?

Jesus, I don't know.

Examining
how I move?

Like a study?

Like one of your
studies, Eadweard?

If you're going to photograph me
then photograph me,

or go photograph
your naked girls.

You have carrot in your beard.

What?

We had carrots on Monday.

It's Thursday.

I think I could be this pregnant

forever.

[chuckles fondly]

I've never been this warm.

It's this little baby,

like a little pot of tea
in my belly.

[***]

Eadweard...

Eadweard?

I'm sorry.

I just need to finish
these studies.

I need more.

Once I am finished,

I will take you back
to San Francisco

and have our boy see our ocean.

I promise.

I like it here.

I do.

I don't need the ocean.

Oh!

Muybridge.

Did you see each other?

Did I see who?

Flora.

Flora?

Are you crazy?

Answer me.

Did you see her?

Step aside.

Hey, fancy a smoke?

You stay away
from my wife.

Oh, you've got it
all wrong, my man.

If I ever see you again,

I assure you it will be
for the last time.

Is that all right
with you?

Perfectly.

[***]

[voice echoing]
...I have the church group,

and the investors.

Your naked men and women

running around my campus...

However, I no longer have
the resources to defend myself

or you anymore.

I already told you this.

It's time to print.

I'm not asking here.

[voice echoes distantly]
Eadweard?

Is everything
all right with you?

[***]

Let's shoot.

[stopwatch ticking]

I said, are we ready, Tadd?

Eadweard, we can't
waltz without music.

Someone sing a damn song.

[singing a waltz]

[couple laughing]

[laughter echoes,
voices blurring and overlapping]

[***]

Oh, the latch
is stuck...

Dammit.

Did you want
something different?

-Sir!
-Let me try.

Get your hand
out of the way-

What's happened?

Get down
out of the way.

Makes you wonder
if there's a better system.

No!

I think I know how it goes,
being the fucking inventor!

Ah!

[gasps of concern]

Sir, are you all right?

What happened?

Get off.

Can you--

Can you take
your hand away?

We need to look at it.

Sir, sit
in the chair, please?

Thank you.

Get me a smoke!

What else?

What else, we need more.

-Chopping up food?
-No.

Man... crawls under a chair,

and partially turns--

No, we did that one.

Whipping someone?

No.

Stay still.

-Spinning a top?
-No.

What about
what we're doing now?

What?

Sitting,
standing?

Talking.

We're talking to each other.

We have no photos
of that.

And what is the action?

The action is talking, arguing.

You can't see talking.

How about using the toilet?

What?

I don't know, a woman
using the toilet?

That's something
we do every day.

So, what is the series,
Rondinella? Tell me.

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, stop it.

I'm asking you.

What is it

you're trying
to see?

What is the action
you're looking for?

You want to see
her cunt, maybe?

Excuse me.

Is that what
you want to see?

No, you're talking crazy.

Get out.

Why are my suggestions
any different than any of yours?

Most of your studies
are of naked women.

Get out!

How is she?

I got all of it out.

It'll depend
on the scarring.

It's unfortunate
circumstance, Eadweard,

but I'm very glad
to have met you.

What about deformities?

Have you
photographed that?

Deformities?

I work out of the asylum.

Blockley Hospital.

[***]

[humming softly]

[***]

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

* Let me hold you

* And let me love you

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

* Let me hold you

* And let me love you

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

* Let me hold you

* And let me love you

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

* Let me hold you

* And let me love you

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

* Let me hold you

* And let me love you

* Close up your eyes

* Close up your eyes...

Go.

[man screaming]

[screaming in pain and terror]

Hold him still!
Hold him down!

[quietly] Can we
photograph this?

Relax,
relax...

Thump-thump, thump-thump,
thump-thump, thump-thump,

thump-thump,
thump-thump...

Wouldn't that be
something to witness?

To capture?

Find me
such a subject.

Are you suggesting--

Yes, I am.
It must be.

I got it.
I got it, sir.

Go.

Very good...

[sobbing]

Yes, very good.

[breathing hard]

[gasping wearily]

Sir, I found
the subject.

Which?

Thump-thump,
thump-thump.

Good.
Good, good, good.

Yes.

[groaning in labour pain]

Tadd, why do you
look so glum?

We're about to see
its ticker beat.

Go on.

[moaning in pain]

[gasps, sobbing]

There it is.

I feel it.

[squelching]

Inside each and every animal

is a consistent
and steady action

that connects us all.

A motion beneath the skin,
and the bones,

the blood...

[baby crying]

...encased in darkness,

hidden inside
each and every one of us...

...most never to be seen.

The very first motion of life.

[***]

[baby fussing]

My boy...

My little Floredo.

[***]

Am I dreaming?

It's something
I've been working on.

I call it
a zoopraxiscope.

[gasps]

It's wonderful.

It's a "life viewer."

It's alive.

I call it
"elephant walking."

He walks, and he walks,

and never gets tired.

And then...

stops.

And then he walks again.

[laughs]

It's beautiful.

Isn't it?

I've never seen
anything like this.

No one has.

It's a trick
of the eye.

Your mind strings
the pictures together

and creates life.

Is this how you
see the world?

A series of little moments?

Perhaps.

It's beautiful, Eadweard.

And I'm finished.

[breathing deeply]

It's the chemicals.

No.

Lemons.

What is that?

What?

That photograph
of Floredo.

The baby.

It's a photograph of
the baby, Eadweard.

Come here.

It's not one of
my photos.

Who took it?

Eadweard, don't.

"Little Harry."

[gasps in horror]

Little Harry...

You've lied to me.

My baby...

My boy is gone.

No.

No...

Where did this come from?

Eadweard...

Where did this come from?

A letter.

[baby crying next door]

I would like to see this letter
from Harry Larkyns.

Thank you.

[laughter and voices inside]

[laughter of a lively party]

[laughing and chatting]

I remember you
in the last game...

Mr. Larkyns,

I have a message for you
from my wife.

[guests scream]

[body slumps and thuds]

[quietly] Thump-thump,
thump-thump, thump-thump...

I apologize
for ruining your evening.

[***]

Yes, your honour,

we have reached
a unanimous verdict.

We unanimously reject
the defense

of "not guilty
by reason of insanity"

as all evidence points to a man
that was clear-thinking,

and acting in an obviously
premeditated fashion.

This was a man who,

while in complete control
of his actions,

made the choice
to execute Harry Larkyns.

Harry Larkyns,

the lying, cheating,
philandering seducer

that stole the heart
of this man's wife,

and defiled their marriage

and goddammit, Your Honour,

I would have shot
the son of a bitch myself.

So, to the charge of murder,

we find the defendant
not guilty

by reason of doing
the right thing.

[gavel bangs]

[***]

[cranking]

Ladies and gentlemen,
gather 'round!

The Kinetoscope.

For a nickel,

see the world
dance in your eyes...

flicker on your soul.

For only a nickel,

you will have a chance

to see the world's first
moving pictures.

Step right up.
Right this way...

[music plays in earpiece]

[***]

[coin drops]

[***]