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Uncle Jonathan, come with me.

We are going to have fun for a change.

Vienna, 1918

Bible.

Bible?

Thank you so much.

Bible?

No, he's not a monster.

It's a hybrid.

The head

comes from the Russian front - 1915,

the arms are Viennese - 1917,

the hips are French,

this leg is romanian
and this one, Serbian ...

1916.

- Times are hard.
- Indeed.

In any case we do not miss
of corpses at this time.

It's sir.

Herr Schiele?

Please follow me.

One, two, one, two, one, two ...

Herr Schiele ... By the.

There is nobody?

They are all gone.

Really?

Same noon?

Ms. Mile Flége.

Gustav ...

Gustav, it's me.

Flowers...

It's horrible!
Because of the weather, they decided

to cancel Primavesi's masquerade.

It will be fine for today.

Get off. There is something to eat and drink
in the kitchen. Thank you.

Thanks, Herr Klimt.

♪ would have worked longer,
but I have an appointment.

Thanks for today.

Are you?

Me?

- A Kaisermelange.
- A Franziskaner.

- As usual.
- Tafelspitz.

- As usual.
- Gugelhupf.

- As usual.
- A Maria Theresia.

- As usual.
- A Kaisermelange.

What a story!

What's going on?

A dinner of reconciliation.

Between the supporters of Herr Jodl
and those of Herr Wickoff.

And, well sir, the members
of 'academy. You know them.

To me, ¢ 'is the same as the same,

it's as if they are pissing
in a violin.

- How do you tell them apart?
- Easy.

Herr Jodl believes

that there is only one form
of aesthetic beauty.

Really?

According to him, the style does not matter,
only beauty matters.

Herr Wickoff thinks

that in each era
corresponds a concept of beauty.

A concept that changes
when times change.

For him. nothing is ugly,
it all depends on the time.

And the academicians?

They think beauty is dead
with Raphaél.

But it was funny,

until the arrival of Herr Loos.

Here is Klimt!
A modern ornamentalist.

A real pathological case.

He keeps changing his style.

So what do you suggest?

Read my articles.

Drop.

Look at this mirror. Look at the,
do not get into it.

What is it for?

Adjusting his hat, his tie,
his lipstick.

Who are just ornaments!

Now look at the golden frame.
What is it for?

To give work - useless work,
unproductive - to craftsmen.

This is my point.

The frame is useless, therefore inexpressive.

The mirror is useful, therefore functional,

therefore expressive, therefore beautiful.

What you said
was purely ornamental.

So useless, therefore ugly.

On the other hand, this cake
allowed me to silence you.

It is therefore useful, expressive,

and above all, beautiful.

You, Herr Klimt, I forgive you.

You know why?

Because your paintings are
sexual, as all art should be.

See the crucifixion.

What could be
more sexual than the crucifixion?

Excuse me.

I am sorry.

Sorry to be so late.
I come from the ministry.

Hartel?

What does the minister have to say?

He must still be in shock.

He's not the worst.

So?
Ilvay have a scandal or not?

Maybe not.

Really?

He said that for now
he supported Klimt.

After Paris, who knows?

If all goes well,
there will be no scandals

So it all depends
of the judgment of Paris?

It is pathetic!

Did you pack your bags?

My mother takes care of it.

Obviously.

Who is this little man?

It's Altenberg.

Who is this lady?

- Miss Lederer.
- Very pretty.

- Bti?
- I don't know.

It's Moll.
But who is the other?

It must be Bahr.

Yes, this is it.

Good evening, professor.

Gustav, your friends are complaining.

The captain leaves the ship
in the middle of a fight.

Everybody is here.
Even Jodl!

This guy deserves a beating.

He's with Wickoff.
I thought they hated each other.

Do you know what Jodl said?

"We are not against
Nude art, nor against free art,

"but we are against
Hideous art. "

And he dares to sit under our noses.

I'd give him a beating.

No, it is not.

And our good friend Klimt,

what does he plan to do?

Nothing. Klimt drinks his coffee.

Leave him alone.

Where are you going?

To vomit.

I am going to throw up.

Herr Klimt?

Herr Klimt.

If all goes well in Paris ...

Herr Klimt ...

Flowers...

Flowers!

A broken mirror.

I must say
May the 20th century begin well.

A whole century of bad luck!

What do you mean?

The mirror!

Well?

Nothing, it's broken.

What's going on?

Are you famous, did you not know it?

It can happen to anyone.

I'm joking.

No, I was talking about the mirror.

I was in front and someone
my request if I enjoyed Paris.

I said something

and the mirror shattered.

Well sir, we know
that you have powers.

What happened?

I was asking Klimt
he missed Vienna

etila says:
"Not Vienna, but the flowers."

At the word "flowers", the mirror was shattered.

There is Rodin.
He still came.

And Mucha and Herr Stuck.

♪ need a glass of water.

You again.

You know me?
I am flattered.

In general, civil servants are
ignored, at least the little ones.

Please.

Allow me to introduce myself:
secretary at the Austrian embassy.

Third secretary.

For life.

At my age, I don't wake up anymore
promotion for a long time.

Honored to meet you.
I am an admirer.

The Burgtheater, what a success!

It's a cream pie
made of shit!

I was told
that your language was,

let's say ... salty.

It is the only language I know.

I do not believe you,

but ie he will not contradict an artist.

Maybe you are one of those
who like cream pies.

You say it with contempt,
but, after all,

these are the cream pies that follow
monuments, not the other way around.

♪ need a glass of water.

Cannibals here!

- What are you doing 1a?
- My name is Sylvia.

Sylvia, where are you?

You do not answer?

I'm hiding.

You had never seen
of a cinematographic show?

You again?

I am your shadow.

Where were you?
Everyone is looking for you.

The minister is there.
Everyone is Ia, except you.

Herr Klimt has no idea
of what to expect.

Austria, my dear Klimt
is in the spotlight.

You won the gold medal.

I knew it.

Shit!

Really, Herr Klimt,

you exaggerate.

Herr Klimt,

You don't know me, or rather
YOU he does not recognize me.

I am ... I was ...

your landlady's daughter.

♪ was in love with you
being a child.

I opened the door for you
when you forgot your keys,

I was following you
when you went to the Prater.

I am ... I was ...

the mother of your son Andreas.

Your attention please.

I would like to announce
a big surprise

from the exhibition management.

Please welcome

the great magician M. Mélies

and his two talented actors!

You are not offended, {hope?

Insulted? On the contrary.

Did you like the film?

I [found it remarkable.
Congratulations.

We must congratulate Mr. Méliés.

Mr. Méliés, it is a great honor.

Child's play! We have this
last week.

Leah have you more?

She would make the birds sing
in their nest.

Would you like to paint my portrait?

Jen would be delighted.

What do you think of Léa?

She would make the trees sing.

If you like this one,
you will like the real Leah.

Sorry?

Do not worry. The truth
is not more true than false.

Gustl ...

You like it, don't you?

Yes, you like it.

You never work without a model
within reach of but, siie then say.

And she,
you can draw it from memory.

Gustl starts to speak French.

No, noon.

No not You.

You are beautiful, but ...

But what?

A message for Mr. Klimt.

Sign it, please.

-Is that?
- It's from Quelguiun.

Tonight.

I have to meet someone downstairs.

You are expected in Vienna.

I know.

You are going to stay in Paris,
West isn't it?

I do not know.

Gust), I'm leaving tomorrow.

Without me?

I have to go back home. The shop.

Besides, I showed you
my latest fashions?

No, I would like to see them.

Gust), will you tell me everything?

Promised.

All the details?

All.

How? 'Or' What? You?

At your service.

Excuse me,
but I have a date.

Your car is outside.

- Who are you?
- Your humble servant.

I don't need a servant.

You know how
we nickname Paris?

The new Babylon.

It is a charming town,
but dangerous.

I see. And you go
to serve as a chaperone?

What if it was the other way around?

I resource myself.

Is it 'the embassy sending you?

The one who sent you
a message.

The fake Leah?

The fake, the real ... whatever.

As a matter of fact,
I have several caps.

Embassy,
our salaries are very low.

But I get by.

Lea, the fake Lea ...
is she wealthy?

The false one, no. The real one, yes.

She has a fortune protector.

A protector? Naturally!

But who is the real Leah?

Does it really matter?

Here we are.

I leave you in good hands.
Have fun.

- Are you abandoning me?
- Mission accomplished.

- They are impatient.
- Who?

They are impatient.

If you want to follow me.

Sir, may I ask you
what is it about?

Sir ...

Sir, may I ask you
what is it about?

Sir ...

Sir!
I asked you a question.

I can't tell you anything,
I am sorry.

You.

Yes it's me.

You are one of those men
who like naked women.

It's not always the case.

In France,
nudity is no longer as it should be.

A whiskey?

At the moment whiskey is all the rage.

But, as you know,
fashion changes very quickly here.

Six months ago,
it was port wine mixed with beer.

Last year, strawberries
soaked in champagne.

We drank champagne like
we take the waters in Baden-Baden.

We were swimming in the champagne,
in Paris.

But enough chatter.

How about getting down to business?

You said you would be delighted
to paint my portrait.

I dare not believe it.

Believe it, miss.

What do you think?

Duke Wolff Helenia adores it.

- Who?
- A friend.

A very good friend.

Say, a close friend.

And he is in Paris at the moment?

Who knows?
The Duke is a globetrotter.

And you don't trot the globe
with him?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

The Duke's Travels
are very special.

He's a remarkable man,

endowed with a very big imagination.

He toured Africa by boat
without setting foot on the ground.

He prefers to observe
from a distance.

Except my portraits. He can
contemplate for hours

closely.

Basically, he's an artist.

An artist who has no talent.

So instead of painting me
he has it done by other artists.

I see.

What do you think of this Whistler?

If it wasn't fun,
that would be laughable.

You are cruel.

It proves that you are an artist.

♪ love the cruelty of artists.

It leaves a bittersweet taste.

And it pairs well with your sweat.

It’s weird.

You smell the horse.

But also the apple, right?

How impatient you are!

Do you have another appointment?

No no.

I love you.

What? Love at first sight?

Warning. Love at first sight
rarely goes the distance.

We behave
like boors!

It has its charm, I grant you,

but I prefer to make love
following the steps.

Undress.

- I thought...
- Do not be shy.

I am naked
why wouldn't you be?

I'll undress you myself.

Men don't know
to undress.

It's true that he looks good.

What a nerve!

She's not bad.

Not bad at all.

You find?
She's a little cold.

It is not so simple.

In any case, he wastes no time.

Is he of peasant origin?

No idea.

My dear, it's yours now.
Go ahead.

- Didn't I keep you waiting?
- No, it's the opposite.

But how did you do
to change your hairstyle?

Unless, of course,

you are not the real Leah.

Men!

They always need proof,

guarantees.

It is not you!

What is not me?

Lea.

Lea de Castro.

You talked to that poor girl
who thinks he is me?

You saw the movie
in which she plays.

Is she good?

Do you believe me now?

I believe.

You promised
to paint my portrait.

So keep your promise.

Actually, I need two portraits.

The first dressed,

the second undressed.

Completely naked.

Only someone like you
is able to paint myself dressed

in such a way that Yon believes
that I am naked,

and undressed in such a way

that I don't see my nakedness but ...

something else.

What else?

Something like...

I can't find the word ...

like perfection.

Or rather, 'harmony.

Or should I say "the expression".

Duke Wolff Helenia
agrees with me:

only you are capable of it.

How long
will it take you iv?

One week?

Two weeks?

I do not have a lot of time
to grant you.

Two weeks will not be enough.

We can start tomorrow.

The little whore!

The whore!

Not now, my dear.

♪ have some concerns.

I don't know what to feel.

Jealousy.

No.

Puzzlement.

And admiration.

I start to doze off.

I have to go.

I wake up early tomorrow.
Races.

Tell Benoit to take care of everything.
He's reliable.

Good sir.

This neck made is very beautiful.

Beautiful...

and very curious.

Sixty-three toilets. Sorry,
but that's my whole wardrobe.

I have nothing more to wear.

What are we going to do?

Instead of dressing up,
if you disqualify yourself?

How? 'Or' What? No way!

Not in front of him. And not the day.

It's obscene.

My dear,
we are here to work.

Etlie will not return to Vienna

without the necessary equipment
to complete my work.

- How much longer?
- Two weeks.

You are crazy!
I have to be in New York in a month.

One month, ¢ aira.

And the trip?
Boats do not fly.

♪ will go with you.

You are crazy.

It's my fault. I had been warned.

I'm even crazier
for having accepted.

Go away.

Very good.

What's going on?

See you tomorrow.

No, stay there!
I beg you!

♪ grew from Paris,

yet I haven't eaten much.

Paris has done you good.

QYes. 1 feels good too?

I missed you.

Do you know what Serena told me?

"A man who writes you ten cards
postal is in love. "

"From someone other than you.

"Someone he's trying to forget."

True.

Klimt ...

- Everything went well in Paris?
- Not that much.

Serena!

You must have missed noon,

considering the number of postcards
that you wrote.

♪ told the story of cats
to my husband.

What a story?
What are you talking about?

Obviously, you can't
know everything about Gustav.

It has its gray areas and its secrets.

Isn't it, Gustav?

He promised not to hide anything from me.
Isn't it, Gustl?

Attention, noon.
I know what I mean.

She talks about my cats.

He leaves his cats
pissing on his works.

Cat piss
is the best fixer.

True.

My husband is going to buy all his drawings,

if they were fixed
with cat piss.

Sorry, I'm very late.

Berta!

Serena!

Did you read what Potzl wrote?

That he would never criticize Klimt

because his calm and sorrowful character
inspires sympathy.

I'll show you something.

It's me?

If we want.

And?

Your condition is stable.

But we must continue the mercury.

Really?
It weakens me enormously.

But you are a colossus!

Rolf, as you know,
i have children. A certain number.

Is there a risk that they will be ...

Contaminated? Not really.

There is always a risk,

but it is very weak.

Half the men in this town
is syphilitic.

If it wasn't you,
that would be another.

I see.

What about your job? It works?

How is your mother?

Wrong.

- Your sister?
- Worst.

You could have them interned.
I would take care of everything.

No, I prefer to take care of them
myself, thank you.

- He is brave, ie Grant you.
- Easy when you are well paid.

We see that he really worked,

this is his only compensation.

We don't make an omelet
without breaking eggs.

Him, he breaks eggs
without making an omelet.

Herr Klimt.

Minister.
What do you think?

I find everything very ... disconcerting.

That's the word, bewildering.
But we'll talk about it again.

We will have a long conversation,
both.

What is the difference
between a caricature and an allegory?

According to Herr Klimt, there is none.

Honorable secretary.

Second secretary,
for a week.

As they say, it's watering.

- Health.
- Alavétre.

- Some are unhappy.
- Most of them are furious.

Not me, but I live in Paris.

There your work
is described as poetic.

Here, decadent.

- If only I was in Paris.
- Don't be fooled.

Here, decadent means "devilish".

In Paris ¢ a just means "saucy".

I'll tell you.
We live in a cultural desert.

Even in Berlin, we are taken for
happy hussars and widows.

Say you are Viennese
and you hear:

"Everyone has their godt!"

Try to understand, Minister.

I see exactly
what you want to say.

I am not sure
that you understand everything.

You know, Herr Klimt,
I have experience.

And believe me, it's a triumph.

A triumph which, for the moment,

looks like a failure,

but a triumph all the same.

Have you seen Lea?

She is worried about the painting.

- He's making progress?
- I did not have the time.

I see.

She's waiting to hear from you.

And she's ready to come see you

as soon as you have finished the portrait.

This is not a portrait,
it is an allegory.

I'm afraid it is
a bad surprise

for Miss de Castro.

What do you think of my allegories?

You still have cop alane.

I find them poetic,
full of charm.

Mereci.

Herr Klimt, I was looking for you.

- What do you think?
- What do I think of it?

I find it admirable, sublime,
revolutionary.

But I didn't want to
tell you about that.

I was told you had
problems, big problems.

Your paintings may be rejected.
We are talking about scandal.

From a double scandal,
because I will get them back.

Steal them? It's absurd,
they no longer belong to you.

They belonged to me,
and they will be mine.

You are going to disaster.

Anyway, I am with you.

Berta. Berta Zuckerkandl!

I was looking for you.

- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, but I have to go.

All ornament is in the ground
a form of expression

and the expression itself.

Ms. Zuckerkandl is very influential.

Congratulations, the press
will be behind you. You are saved.

You think?

Our dear academicians
have short memories.

This is all to your advantage.

They will attack you on all fronts.

Which is also a good sign.
The academy hates you,

but Herr Kraus hates you
you and 'academy.

The Philistines will engage in hostilities,
Herr Loos will retaliate

saying it's them,
the real scandal.

With a bit of luck,
you will be in the middle

of a mess not possible!

I repeat, congratulations.

Tell Lea
that I will see her soon.

Cog alane.

She is not in Paris at the moment.

Gustl, are you talking to yourself?

I was talking to someone.

The minister is furious.

Me too.

He turned his jacket over.
Now...

he is against us.

So what?

You don't make it easy.

I am sorry.

The exhibition was not a success?

If we measure success
of such an event

the number of visitors
who have deigned to wear their hats,

I would say a disaster.

Leave me!

Austria will be saved by sport!

Hartel.

You are the only one...

the only one with a good reason
to complain.

- All those Jodls and Loos, what a bunch of ...
- A moment.

Police!

Mr. Minister,
let us take you home.

No way.
I stay with my friend Klimt.

Why i didn't fight
for you?

Come on, let's have a nightcap.

I know a place near here.

Follow me.

Your excellence! What an honor!

We saw light

and we went upstairs to say goodnight.

What a wonderful idea!

Herr Klimt, you did not come
since a long time.

-You booked?
- No.

I'm afraid our decision
has not been suddenly.

We will find you
Something,

but there are lots of people tonight.

Herr Adler and his friends are in your
living room, Herr Klimt.

Russian and Thai salons
are also busy.

And the Persian salon?

The Italians are installed there.

What do you say about the western salon?

No, no question!

So there remains the African living room.

Perfect.

Do you know the rules?

Of course.

I love them!

Why did you paint
this absurd allegory?

You have omitted 2 principles
fundamentals of medicine:

prevention and cure.

It was in reference
to the fact that our emperor

was unable to avoid wars.

And for wars,
there is no cure.

Medical or other.

You have read Kraus.
But you attack the emperor

while ['Austria
is the only European country

- the only! -
which subsidizes its artists.

Health.

Maybe you are right.
Perhaps.

And you should have discussed it with me.

Allegories, schmillegories,
call them whatever you want,

but all this nudity?
What were you thinking?

The history of art is also
The story of nudity.

Okay, but the rules of the
representation, it exists!

You know these rules.
You know what we can show.

Did you have to break them all?

Did you see the shape?
The serpent, Legeia,

founder of medicine,

the cycle of life and death.

Yeah, but you didn't tell me.

I am a painter,
not a fucking criticism!

Herr Klimt!

Don't you wave to your queue?

Good evening, Herr Klimt.

♪ admire your work.

Good evening.

What about school?

No school.

It's good of you, ca.
Children everywhere.

It's Klimt and the minister.

Abas the decadents!

Abas the fools!

Long live the Republic!
Long live the Balkans!

Long live the whores!

Quickly,
choose the one you want.

I keep your daughter.

Is she really your girl?

I suppose. I do not know.

I take this one, this one and this one.

You are going to pull up
a pretty little allegory!

We are chocolate soldiers

Made to celebrate here

Your birthday, your Excellency.

And ready to be devoured

They will lick us

And also savor us

They must give up nothing

How many do you have?
Cing? Six?

More than ¢ a, mom.

In my opinion,
he hides things from us.

All from different mothers.

Sometimes I wonder ...

Pass me a bun.

I see, he'd rather not answer.

- Mother, my children ...
- Yes?

The models are free.

They are free!

And it's a coincidence
that they are all Jewish?

Yes, Hermine.

I ['read in the newspapers,
I did not invent.

Newspapers made it up for you.

Free, you say?

Six? Eight? Ten? How?

What good is it to count?
Isn't it, Gustl?

What will you do?

I'm gonna go paint in the studio, mom.

I'll go paint.

My God!

Thank you for this delicious lunch.

Too many children ...

Mom...

A child is a gift from God.

What god? the Jewish god?

See you tonight.

What do you want for dinner?

Guess.

We are waiting for an answer.

Stew.

Haven't you had enough of the stew?

Go away, I'll take care of her.

Thanks, Hermine.

Serena.

Have you been here for a long time?

Let's say ... I just arrived.

It's better like that.

Perhaps.

If you come for your portrait,
I must admit to you

that I have hardly advanced
since the last time.

I'm not here for that.

I came across something
the last time. By chance.

- You allow?
- Go for it.

That's it.

Who is it?

I think you know very well
who is it.

Really? How would I know?

Intuition.

Yes, that's right, I know who it is.

Lea de Castro.

- I've got to go.
- Already?

Yes.

I leave you to your models.

They are terribly naked.

Sometimes yes.

Work well!

Mereci.

Have fun.

At work.

So, are you angry?

No you are not.

Tune weary not seen?

Turn your face a little.

- Is she still in Paris?
Do not move.

Sometimes i wonder
if the real Leah really exists.

I want to marry him.

You're talking seriously?

No.

Finally, yes and no.

A free marriage.

♪ I have news to tell you.

You just had a child.

- A girl.
- What? No!

- With whom?
- Mizzi.

♪ have a daughter?

♪ has a small line?

What wonderful news!

Mizzi!

It's me.

- Do you want to see her?
- Good sir.

She's there.

No.

Why?

I don't prefer, for now.

She doesn't bite.

I will see her
when she is older.

Like you want.

What is that?

A gift from someone
which tastes very bad.

A gift from someone
which tastes very bad.

Gustav, I need to talk to your father.
Go play outside.

Herr Klimt.

My father came to see me.

He wanted to talk to me about ...

You see,

he wanted...

Does he need money?

It is not a question of money.

He would like the children
be brought up in the Jewish faith.

No problem, if he takes care of it.

- Ga does not shock you?
- No why?

- You are Catholic.
- I'm nothing at all.

If your father wants to instill
the fear of God has his grandchildren

and that you agree, let him do it.

- I am relieved.
- Relieved?

I did not know
how you would react.

Thanks, Herr Klimt. Many thanks.

Gustl!

Gustav!

I've told you a hundred times.

Next time, beware!

What is he doing?

I don't understand.
He prefers to play with this Chinese.

He does not have the right.

Why is he not allowed?

I asked you a question.

You know...

We don't know where they come from.

From China?

Yes, but...

What are they doing here?
Why not stay in China?

Maybe they couldn't.

They are not the first
has to leave their countries.

Isn't it, Gustav? Come on.

♪ have something to tell you.

Did you know your father was Chinese?

Yes! I speak Chinese fluently.

But sometimes I am Turkish.

And when I'm in the dark mood
I am black.

- Me too.
- That is true? I suspected it.

You're welcome.

That's enough. You do not surrender
disregard what you are doing.

He will scream from the rooftops
that his father is black.

It's true, why not?

You can be terribly cruel.

You too.

♪ I'm sleepy.

Did you call me?

It's finish.

Finished.

Herr Schiele.

I am talking to you.

The great-grandmother
little red riding hood

had been in love with a wolf.

Her daughter was born half a wolf,
half woman.

She grew into a wolf.

It was she who swallowed
little Red Riding Hood.

In doing so,
she was singing this song.

Lambs, I prefer the brains

Men, I prefer the buttocks

Neck is my favorite thing
in poultry.

In rabbits I like kindness.

But this gue Jaime above all,
it's blood,

the wisdom flowing through the veins.

The envelope is in the usual place.

Thanks, Herr Klimt.

That should be enough for two months.

♪ will need you
next week.

Then she went back to the forest

and became a babayaga.

No tears?

They don't cry
they laugh at you.

They know they have to smile.

- Herr Klimt?
- You know me?

People often talk about you.

You have time?
I want to show you something.

Come in.

You are interested in it.
♪ hope to be able to open a shop.

I can't afford it right now.

But if something
seems interesting to you ...

Do you know Chinese painting?

I've seen it before.

Do these works come from China?

Yes, they are Chinese.

Or rather, he's Chinese.

Was he the one who painted everything?

Not all.

But he copies the old paintings,
and very well.

You want to see?

Tea?

Sit down, please.

He's getting his brushes ready.
He's going to paint.

Half a crown. Cheap.

Surprise!

Sorry, but I must disturb you.

Not now, noon.

You are angry, irritated, sad.

- And late.
- I need to talk to you.

No. Tomorrow.

Have you seen the pictures?

A photographer followed you.
We can see it clearly,

strolling through Vienna,
your paintings under the arm.

No dear Gust),
steal your own paintings!

Shit!

I will reimburse them.

When?

When I could.

And with what money?

No idea.

I don't give a damn about these criticisms
and these academicians.

Let them take their little opinions
and their little theories

and they put them where I think!

I never saw my Gustl
also angry!

♪ love people
who buy my work.

And, believe me,
I will reimburse these people.

Yeah, I'm kidding.

I laugh because I know that
you really mean it, what a joke!

Do you think this is a joke?

My Gustl does
what he sees fit is funny.

To tell the truth, noon ...

As a matter of fact,
I do not know what to do.

Your friends will repair the damage,
like always.

Thanks, noon.

Gustl, embrace,
but not on the lips,

it's like smoking
without swallowing the smoke.

I will remember it.

I have to work.

Don't worry, I'm leaving.

Outu es?

Hey, who are you?

♪ was waiting outside ...

and I met kitty.

I followed him here,
through the back door.

Why aren't you in Paris?

Paris?

Paris is very far from here.

You did not ask
news from Mlle Léa.

Do you mean the fake Leah?

She's the one you're in love with
is not it?

If I knew ...

Maybe both are wrong.

Both?

Or all three, how do you know?

Duke Wolff Helenia, you know,

is Viennese right down to your fingertips.

He loves tangles.

He loves to put the cat
in the dovecote.

Done?

Done ...

Go see her, since she's waiting for you.

You said "she" in the singular.

I know, it's insoluble.

Please excuse me.

There is nobody,
they left this afternoon.

Like ¢ a?

You have to go too.

Here, look who is there!
I was waiting for you.

I wasn't expecting you ...
but him.

My poor friend!
Here you are completely crestfallen.

I sympathize.

But come in ...

Where is Lea?

There's no one here except you and me,

and your double.

Can I get you something?

Make yourselves at home.

This is my home here, ¢ 'is my studio.

I sometimes rent it to the duke
or has one of his acquaintances.

Or rather, has one of his accomplices.

Where is Lea?

Sit down, my friends.

There are enough chairs.

Where is Lea?

Very far.

Lea ...

Sorry, I have a short memory.

I have no memory
concerning poor Leah.

Wait!

♪ have mnemonic hands.

So we questioned them?

Where did my scissors go?

In your hand, Méliés.

Indeed!

Good. Let's see ...

Light.

Will it last a long time?

I am 2 you, my chick.

Please excuse me.

I explain to you.

♪ have a very good friend, Marcusson,

extremely cultivated,

maybe a little eccentric,
bit strange,

that rolls on gold, it goes without saying,

and who has just dug up
a dancer.

Yes, my dear Klimt, believe it or not,

people like that exist.

It's not just
in the pieces of Wederkind

than the dancers
marry millionaires.

Did he say yes?

My dear Serena, my beautiful Serena,

give me a little more time.

Say yes!

August, we have to do it,
that's a great idea!

Imagine the happiness of Marcusson

to have in his painting room,
in view of everyone,

an erotic portrait of his wife
painted by a former lover!

Serena, how can you be
also indiscreet?

It's none of our business.

So, Herr Klimt, you're back.

Hey / ace, my friend, you have to
note that Vienna has changed a lot.

It's been a long time
that she is no longer herself.

Every day brings
its share of surprises.

But there is a weird thing.

While the minister decides
reduce artistic subsidies,

or even to delete,

you still have Wappui
more improbable sources.

You have been elected by the chosen people.

Excuse the pun.

You were elected by the elite.

Another play on words.

You turned
towards sponsorship in time.

The big bourgeoisie adores you
and you give it back to him.

♪ I have the impression that our friend

does not see our idea of a good eye.

You don't sell it?

When Gustav says no, it's no.

Why?

It is not finished.

But, to hear you,
none of your paintings are finished.

They are not.

What to say?
This painting belongs to you,

it is up to you to decide its fate.

We will talk about it again, I hope.

Now,

if we took a tour of the Klimt Museum?

It is simply wonderful!

- Remarkable.
- A whole world!

What world do you think?

Where is Klimt?

He left, as usual.

No, he's still here.

He's head to head somewhere.

Klimt should only paint
only landscapes.

♪ love her flowers!

♪ dreamed of you.

In this wake, {andtais mariee
aun frés old musician.

- Old and rich.
- No, not rich.

He was a retired cafe boy.

Everyone called him "the teacher".

Conceived,
he locked me in a room

and every night

he was bringing me another man.

Every night,
ie made love with a stranger.

Strangely, he died just after.

This is completely silly!

Maybe I'm a fool!

You are a prisoner of yourself.

Knowledge can be expressed
in less than three words.

- Stupid!
- How can you say ¢ a?

I say this because it is true.

- Can I?
- Schiele, is that you? I pray.

Have you found a new Chinese style?

No perspective.

I wouldn't say ¢ a,

there are several perspectives.

It's all in the touch
of the brush.

Like in your paintings.

Look at this baking.
It took 8 hours to do it.

What's the point? We might as well
eat bread, milk and sugar.

The peatissier would save time

and it would be more nourishing.

You got a pencil?

I draw the first line,
you next,

And so on.

Who wins?

Nobody.

Who is the author of the drawing?
You or me?

You know what say
these young people?

That we must be outside of History,

that ['History is a nightmare.

And that there is absolutely nothing
to say so.

Who are they?

I do not know.
They look like philosophers.

But they say that philosophy,
it's aneries.

Of course.
But what are they called?

I don't know, I'm telling you.

All I know is that it is
still the young Wittgenstein

who pays the bill.

He has the means.

Now, ladies and gentlemen ...

News of the war.

News from the front.

Schiele!

You are here,

outside of reality.

The..

From the philosophy of coffee!

Nothing more than a Kaisermelange!

What are you reading?

Dante.

And does that help you?

How does it concern you?

In nothing.

I'm so sorry to have ...

Indeed, I am helping.

I see.

Here, professor.

Can I get you something?

No thanks, professor.
♪ I drank enough tonight.

I am not a teacher,
Herr Klimt.

I am nothing, practically nothing.

There was a time when I used to
what Klaus is currently doing.

I seemed to have seen you before.

My name is Hugo ...

Hugo Moritz.
Cheers!

♪ al spent 30 years here listening
these gentlemen say nonsense.

"What is beauty?
What is ugliness?

"What is functional?

“Everything is beautiful. Everything is ugly.

"Nothing is functional."

To your health, sir.

I live among monsters.

Still, I am a happy man.

Happy!

"Formosa deformitas,

"deformis formositas!"
says Bernard.

Once again, to your health.

The police have just left
and they start over.

Really they start
got on my nerves.

Klaus is a love,
but it lacks character.

Me, I would have ruined my foot
behind for a long time.

Come on, let's go.

I think I'll go home.

Bullshit!

Too late to stay
too late to leave!

Come on, 'live across the street.

Take your drink.

There is only the street to cross.

And don't worry about the note,
I'm taking care of it.

♪ have a permanent slate here.

A syllogism,

when are two contradictions
become a tautology?

And Hegel?

What Hegel?

And vice versa.

But there are no elephants or giraffes

You are the giraffe, poor fool.

This proposal is inert, dear friend!

Gentlemen, you do not shame!

I'm going

and Jemmene my dear friend Klimt
with me.

Good luck.

Herr Klimt!

Herr Schiele forgot this.

Do you mind the incense?

My son can't do without it.

Excuse me a moment
I must get dressed.

I have to say, I have to go home ...

No, it is not.

Too late, Herr Klimt, too late.

{he had veiled all property
of the fitte player.

{is fuf had stolen everything ...

and everywhere he was denied everything.

So he was using his flite
to punish.

I wanted revenge.

I punished by my magic with his flite
and if he killed,

So he had given ...

a legon with the good inhabitants.

The flite player attracted children

and they were leaving happily

towards their death, the children.

Singing...

they were leaving.

Singing:

"Thank you, dear flite player,
thank you so much

"to draw us into the lake, into the water,

"the oli all children wish to go.

"If we are to die,

"we will undoubtedly be rocked

"by the sound of your flite."

What will you take tonight?

I think I drank way too much.

I have to go home.

Jevois

My father has bothered you.

Very good. it will take again
that I spank him.

Here is the little genius of the family.

Come with us, Thomas.

Thomas is one of your admirers,
Herr Klimt.

He looks a bit like you, by the way,

because it represents a certain evolution
of the artistic process.

In fifteen years,
he went from a music

which was almost archaic

aune musigue
extremely modern.

Play something, Thomas.

This is what we would call
primitive music.

And now, Thomas!

That's enough.

We feel ['evolution
towards modernism.

And now, total modernity!

In his compositions
the most recents,

he went beyond modernity.
Beyond everything.

He's come full circle.

That will be all for tonight.

I love you.

I love you to death.

Come.

Come with me.

Come. I love you.

Over there.

My name is Anna.

Well.

Moritz, is that your husband?

Let's say it's my supplier.

I see.

Don't blame him too much, poor man.

Do you do it every night?

Yes, every night.

We had to represent
one of your paintings.

It's a fail,
then he is unhappy.

Where were you going?
You scared me.

♪ had a date with a lady.

Here it is.

She wanted to come.

Months too. I wanted you to know.

Mizzi, how are you?

- Do you know we're together?
- Congratulations.

You see? I told you.

Aren't you angry?

No, why should I be mad?

Next Tuesday,
will you need me?

Yes.

What does she have?

Nothing. She has always been like ¢ a.

Here it is, the mysterious woman!

The professor's wife.

The professor's wife?

It's Thomas,
the teacher's wife!

A chubby little Mozart!

Who is she?

A client.
A different one every night.

You understand?

- That's wonderful.
- Is not it?

It's not yet ¢ a,
but we're almost there.

The hardest part is finding the color
which will help us to detect the bacillus.

We will eventually get there.

It's really beautiful.

It's better than ¢ a, it's useful.

Thanks, Rolf.

Come back when you want.
I am there every day.

Wait...

There is something else...

that I wanted to show you.

You're welcome.

He doesn't bite.
He's not a monster.

It's a hybrid,
a kind of collage.

The head comes from the Russian forehead ...

Herr Klimt!

Herr Klimt!

Yes, it really is me.

It's been a very long time
that we are not crusaders.

We are all very busy.

At the Ministry of Culture?

You don't give a fuck!

You are wrong. Our task
is to prevent people from creating.

It takes a lot more energy
than to help them create.

But why am I telling you ¢ a?

I am no longer at the ministry
of Culture, but in Finances.

The taxes.
And beware, your case interests them.

Tell me, simple curiosity,

a painting - a portrait -
How long does it take?

Are you checking my finances?

Yes, I am afraid. Sorry.

Here Now?

Ouli, sorry again.

How long? A month?

To tell the truth, a little more than that.

Of them? Three?

Six, ten.

20,000 crowns
for 10 months of work.

2000 per month. A nice sum.

Isn't it strange
since the time we know each other,

that I don't know your name yet?

Let's not change anything for now.

What about your work for the duo?

Miss Castro's protector?

Weird, I saw her the other day.

He asked me to visit him.

Since his accident, he can no longer
move as before.

I don't invite, I summon.

♪ understood that it was you
he was looking for.

He asked me to speak to you and ...

I was going to say to invite you ...
to summon you to his home.

No need to make an appointment,

he never goes out right now.

Here is his address.

Please excuse me.

I was watching you.

Everything is fine?

Yes everything is fine.

You were talking to yourself.

No I...

Do you remember me?
Paris. Méliés.

♪ were you!

Herr Klimt, they are waiting for you.

Nice to meet you
to meet you.

- I do not believe...
- Curious coincidences!

I had to leave Vienna this morning

and a strange thing happened.

I believe in dreams a lot.

♪ dreamed of two sea snakes.

♪ loves snakes.

In my wake up,
there were two sea serpents

and I heard a voice,

the voice of God,

who ordered me to stay in town.

That's why I'm here
alone with you.

Alone because my friend
could not delay his trip.

He told me
all kinds of stuff about you.

Extraordinary things.

It would seem ... No.

I don't like private nudity.

Only on stage.

Here, I prefer to be natural.

Like ¢ a.

I was told something else.
That you were weird.

Lea.

Lea, where are you?

Who are you?

It always amuses me a lot
duty

the ease with which people
fall into my traps.

However, these are not traps
too Machiavellian.

Nor too mephistophelic.

Not even too angelic ...

which would be the word I would use.

It doesn't matter. Here you are.

You fell head first
in my trap.

Yet it is a stupid trap,

especially for a man like you,

a man with women, as they say.

If you knew how many times
I was asked

that embarrassing question!

I would be tempted to say
"that stupid question",

but it would be extremely
derogatory to you.

It seems you are someone
very direct,

that you do not support
idiots.

This is not the impression
that you give me.

Dong, who am I?

To summarize,

finally, without it becoming
a whole different story,

let's say I'm a collector.

Yes, this is what I am ...

No, it is not at all.

But since you like it
to see me as a collector

let's say I'm a collector.

♪ collected weapons,
the tables,

and even the castles.

But that's a thing of the past.
Now, because of my infirmity,

I'm happy to collect the Leahs.

The poor!

Al-ie answered your strange,

and even indiscreet question?

Although I am in the wrong position to
accuse anyone of indiscretion,

Who are you?

- Quelgu'un mistletoe wishes you well.
- What can say?

I'm having fun, that's all.

EtlLéa?

Like I said, poor thing!

QuiestLéa?

Who hasn't fallen in love with Léa?

Nobody. Except me.

Yes, believe it or not ...

she left me
completely indifferent.

When she was Ia,

my desire, not my senses,
was numb.

You follow me?

No, you don't follow me at all.

Let's say that Lea left me
as cold as marble.

Also cold, but not so harsh.

And, well sir,
my indifference made her furious.

Lea number one,

number three,

number seven.

When did all of this happen?

How old was it?

She is not old, she is dead.

Murdered.

♪ need a glass of water.

Murdered in her bed, of course.

They even said it was me.

♪ were you there awhile ago?

I do not know.

Yes, I'm sure it was you.

... of his flite to punish.

I wanted revenge.

By my magic of his flite,

he punished and he killed.

So he had given a legon
to the good inhabitants.

The flite player attracted children.

Good!

Bad news from the front!

Have mercy!

Money!

Go away!

Give us some money
you have some.

If we come home without money,
We're going to have a beating.

Let's move on!

My God!

Is it really you,
Gustav Klimt?

Mereci.

Do not thank me.

I am honored, Herr Klimt,
very honoured

to be able to help you.

But you don't remember
of me.

My.

Mister No, it's me!

Of course!
Herr Otto Messerchmidt von Ommit.

Exactly, dear sir.

Mister No!

Do you need something?

Let's walk a little, at least.

Nothing broken?

I'll take you home.

You must despise me.

The exact answer is "yes"!

All despise me,
and always have.

But there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

I can't help but say "no".

In fact, my whole career has rested

on my natural tendency
to answer "no"

has all the questions I am asked.

It seems that even a baby

my first word was "no".

Before I said "mom", I said "no".

It's true that you voted
against me at the Beaux Arts?

Absolutely.

It's thanks to me
that you weren't a teacher.

And you voted no
to all the competitions I have taken.

Exactly.
Me and my famous "no"!

You have to admit that without me

and my "no",

Vienna would be a cemetery
ugly monuments,

ugly because too beautiful.

Too much beauty, in my opinion,

is much worse than too little.

We don't have the space
for as much beauty.

We would tirelessly demolish 'old,

to make room for the new.

Fortunately, I was there.

♪ was there to say "no, no, no",

and again "no"!

And now,
Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you Marco Polo.

This song is dedicated to someone

who exactly costs us
right now.

To a great artist!

Farewell, my little officer of the guard ...

Que fa chance soff with fol.

Death surrounds us.

It's horrible!

What a terrible time
isn't it, Gustav?

Yes indeed.

Me who wanted to organize a fitting
for the costume ball!

Looked.

♪ found this.
It's beautiful, isn't it?

But because of the weather
they decided

to cancel Primavesi's masquerade.

Midday...

What time is it?

It must be late.

Poor Gustav,

he doesn't know where he is,
he is lost.

Yes, she is Ia, that's my surprise.

Lea is there.

The real Leah.

We have never
met.

Yes?

I do not know.

Poor Klimt.

He doesn't know where he is.

He is lost.

Don't you kiss?

She came from very far
to bid you farewell.

Here you are!

- Nice to see you again
-You...

We're better off here, aren't we?

I'm looking for the exit.

It's over there.
Turn left,

still left, still left,

left, left, left,

and presto, there you are.

Who are you?

My name is Sylvia.
I am lost, like you.

Do you like to get lost?

Like you.

Everyone is looking for me
like you.

Come, it's over there!
We have to hide.

Were you talking to yourself?

No, I was talking to him.

To the corpse?

And what were you talking about?

Flowers.

"Who are you?"
asked the night watchman.

"The comes from crystal purity",
I replied.

"And great is my thirst, Persephone!

"But, bending me and your sentence,
I am running away,

"and I turn, turn right without respite.

"I am turning away from the pale cypress

"and don't quench my thirst
near its sylvan spring,

"but hates me towards the tumultuous
Mnemosyne river.

'bL'1I drink until I am full.

"And there, my hands plunging

"in / es meanders
from his current yrinthine lab,

"I see again
like the awakening of a drowning man,

"all the strange visions
that have never appeared to me,

"and even stranger visions,
that no man has seen. ”