All language subtitles for The Picasso Summer 1969

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You look like
the end of the world.

Oh, not the end of the world,
but, uh, the end of a project.

When one's finished
something of this size

one's entitled
to feel a bit flat.

It's my contribution.

I still feel a bit empty.

Well, now what's
gonna fill up my life?

Well, I think I have an answer
for tonight, anyway.

- Oh, the party.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is it gonna be any good?
- Well, I don't know.

Who is this mysterious man
whose house we're visiting?

- Is he from your wicked past?
- My wicked present.

'Oh.'

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[car horn beeping]

[whistle blowing]

Darling, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing. I was just thinking
about that building I designed.

A warehouse,
a stupid warehouse.

Come on, it'll be the best
warehouse in San Francisco.

Three months of my life,
just so people will have a place

to put everything
they don't want.

You'll love the party tonight.
It'll cheer you up.

Two hundred people designed that
project, two thousand built it.

By the time they get it up,
it'll be obsolete.

There'll be lots of interesting
people there tonight.

- You know something?
- Mm-hmm?

Your husband designed
a big empty box.

They wouldn't even let me
put a toilet in it.

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[singing in foreign language]

[crowd chattering]

Excuse me.
Hi, how are you?

Hi, I'd like to present
my husband. How've you been?

John! John, I'd like you
to meet my good friends

Alice and George Smith.

This is the new master,
John William Round.

John William Round, no last
name. I'm sorry about that.

Yeah. Uh, well, I hope
you enjoy the paintings.

So, what do you call
this letter?

- That's a "Q".
- A "Q"! Isn't it marvelous?

- Is that a real "T"?
- That is a beautiful "T".

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Aah!

[singing in foreign language]

[clock ticking]

I'm sorry. It was such
a stupid party, darling.

Oh, there's nothing
to be sorry about.

We had nothing else to do.

All those terrible people
and that artist.

Everyone seemed to be
having a good time.

Except you.

Do you want to do
anything tomorrow?

I don't know.

We have the whole week off. We
could go some place if you like.

I mean, we could just stay
home, go to parties every night.

You're not laughing.

I guess I lost my ticklish spot.

No "Reli-Oma"?

Well, they say that's
a sure sign of growing old.

We could go and visit my folks.

If you want to.

That'll be jolly.

"How are you, son? Fine dad."

"You're looking well."

"You're looking
well too, mother."

[sighs]

"Alice, your hair seems lighter.
Did you do something to it?"

I don't think I feel like doing
anything at all tonight.

Goodnight.

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[chattering]

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[sighs]

- You're up?
- 'Mm-hmm.'

- Did you sleep well?
- 'Uh-huh.'

I don't think I've looked at
those Picasso's

since art school.

Mm.

They've been there since
we've been married, George.

I mean, really looked at 'em.

- Alice.
- Mm.

Alice!

Do you see what he's done?

I mean, here, here, here,
look, I mean..

He just doesn't see the world,
he takes it apart

and then he reforms it
in his own way. Picasso's world.

He's not governed
like I am, by committees.

He's not making boxes. He just
does very simply and directly

what he wants to do.

Am I going on too much?

[chuckles]

Yes.

I mean, he just doesn't
see the world, he knows it.

Let's go and find him.

- To France?
- 'Yes, of course.'

'Alice, come on. Let's just go.'

But George! I need a passport.
Vaccination.

- I haven't got any clothes.
- We could leave tonight.

Wouldn't it be great
to walk up to Picasso and say

"For all the happiness you've
given, we'd like to thank you?"

- You're serious?
- Yeah.

- Now?
- 'Now.'

Now, now, now, now, now.
Before the bomb goes off.

Before I start
another warehouse.

And before I know what
I'm talking about.

- Then, we're going to France?
- And to Picasso.

Mmm.

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This is the country he's painted
and lived in all these years.

Isn't it marvelous?
We're there. We're here, in it!

It's marvelous.
Is it a famous hotel?

Well, not yet.

It's lovely.
Is Picasso's villa nearby?

Well, this is his domain.

I think his villa's
in there somewhere.

George, what makes you
think we'll find it?

We have to. We march up to
the house and knock on the door.

If it were that easy,
everybody would do it.

- Oh, we're not everybody.
- No, we aren't, are we?

Come on, sweetheart,
let's go and case this joint.

[seagulls squawking]

[gasping]

[gasping]

Got the legs going.
Keep 'em going.

- Come on. Huh!
- Uh!

[both panting]

[panting heavily]

- Hey.
- Huh?

When are we gonna get started?

Now, there's no hurry.

Be calm. We gotta make..

...plans and schemes, devise..

...stratagems and..

...means of...gaining entry
to the great man.

So, let's think.

[panting]

So, the first thing we've got
to do is to find the museum.

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Alice, look. Picasso.

'It's called the
Shepherd Carrying His Lamb.'

'Picasso gave it to the town
in, uh, 1945, after the war.'

'He meant it as a symbol
that there was still hope.'

'Even Picasso can
be wrong, you know.'

[speaking in German]

What?

I, uh, I wondered if you would
be so, so kind..

- To..
- To..

'We would like one together.'

Not at all, very happy to.

- Dankeschoön.
- Dankeschoön.

Ready?

There.

- I hope it's alright.
- Dankeschoön.Thank you, sir.

- Thank you very much.
- You're very welcome.

Please, you have been so kind.
You will come with us.

- Perhaps, a Coca-Cola?
- No, no. Thank you. Thank you.

May I ask, have you been
to the museum of Picasso?

- We're going now. We go now.
- You should, you should.

Most impressive,
most impressive.

- Avidazen.
- Avidazen.

Schon.

- That's a museum?
- It's really a medieval chapel.

But in 1954, when he was last
here, Picasso filled the walls

with two large murals,
called War and Peace.

He called it a dream tunnel.

[footsteps echoing]

[footsteps echoing]

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[explosion]

[explosion]

[machine gun firing]

[dog barking]

[explosion]

[people screaming]

[explosion]

[sirens wailing]

[people screaming]

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[thunder roaring]

Where to now?

Now, let's drop at
the real Picasso.

- Do you know where he lives?
- We ask! Somebody must know.

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[speaking in French]

[shouting in French]

[speaking in French]

Bravo. Bravo.

[speaking in French]

Merci.

[speaking in French]

[speaking in French]

[speaking in French]

Picasso?

[speaking in French]

Merci.

[chattering in in French]

[speaking in French]

Ow!

[laughing]

["Hey Ho The Wind and the Rain" by Albert Finney]

♪ When that I was
and a little tiny boy ♪

♪ Hey ho
the wind and the rain ♪

♪ A foolish thing
was but a toy ♪

♪ For the rain
it raineth every day ♪

George, I was wondering..

...if I died,
would you marry again?

Do not interrupt the maestro
while at work.

I'm curious. If I die,
what would you do?

I'd do the decent thing.

I'd bury you.

♪ When..

I was only joking.

Aww.

What's wrong?

I don't really think
you appreciate me.

You know, in France,
they call that an American kiss.

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[speaking foreign language]

- Pardon?
- Actually, I'm from London.

Christ.

[speaking foreign language]

There's a telescope over there
with a view of Picasso's villa.

Do you wanna give it a shot?

The spirit's willing, but
the flesh is on California time.

Oh, come on. Get those
little white legs moving.

Jesus Christ.

Come on. You're pouting
like a little boy.

I am not. He's been
there for ten minutes.

They can bloody well
give somebody else a turn.

I think he's cute.

[clears throat]

[speaking foreign language]

Hé, mon ballon!

Do you see anything?

That's it. I think I found it.

- Is it the villa?
- Yup.

- Are you sure?
- Yup.

How do you know?

Because I saw him.

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What a joke. I can't.

I travel 9000 miles
and right here my nerve fails.

Darling, just lift your hand.

Go on.

Right, now, press the button.

What do I do if he answers?

"Here we are, talk to us,
make us happy."

- Just say, Picasso, I love you.
- I could say that, yeah.

Go on, darling.

Go on, monsieur.

By all means, ring the bell.

Ring it one hundred times,
no one will answer, huh?

A thousand people ring that bell
every month, every year.

Silence. Look here.

One hundred letters a day!

Does he read them?
No. How can he?

He locks himself away.
He paints. Oh, he paints.

So, while I stuff the mailbox,
wondering why I bother..

...he paints and while you ring
the bell, hmm, he paints, huh?

It all comes to the same, eh?

Ring away. Mmph.

Goodbye, monsieur.
Goodbye, madame.

He paints. He paints. He paints.

[telephone ringing]

I guess he's still painting.

"Dear, Mr. Picasso."
I mean, it doesn't sound right.

I don't think
there is a Picasso.

I think it was bought out
years ago by General Motors.

You said you saw him.

Maybe I only wanted to see him.

"Dear, Picasso." I mean,
it still doesn't sound right.

- What are you doing?
- I'm playing.

George, if you continue,
I won't be able to finish my--

Well, I think Picasso
would like the idea.

That somebody wrote
him a letter while..

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[violin music crescendoes]

[dog barking]

- Come on, I'll be a minute.
- Yeah, a minute.

I'll be at the art gallery
up the street, alright?

[male #1]
'But sir, please,
I never see the man.'

[George]
'There'll be some way you can..'

[men chattering]

[male #2]
'Believe me, if there was some
means to help you, I would.'

'I would like
to meet him myself.'

Monsieur,what can I say?

Well, then give me some
information? There's no way?

Okay. Merci. Merci.

The creations
but no creator.

- Do you like it?
- Yes, nice.

I think it's kind of
chic and fun and casual.

Picassos but no Picasso. You'd
think somebody would know him.

He must come out sometime.

I could wear it like this.

No point in staying here
if we can't find him.

- Let's go to Rome.
- Why?

It'd be fun.

The Sistine Chapel,
fettucini alfredo's

the Vatican. I'd love to tell
everybody I was in Rome

and pinched in the Vatican.

Maybe we could sneak in and
watch the College of Cardinals

absolving Galileo.

We don't have to go to Rome.

I wonder how Picasso would
paint the finger of God.

Probably like that, hmm?

[seagulls squawking]

Can't you say anything?

George, talk to me.

What do you
want me to say?

It's been a rotten
vacation? I know that.

We might as well
have stayed home

for all the
difference it's made.

Everything's still the same.

It was a stupid idea
and I'm sorry.

I'm not. Really.

I'm glad we came.

Then you're all alone.

[seagulls squawking]

[people laughing]

I hear they're filming
tomorrow. You wanna go?

Rudy's in that picture,
isn't he?

Is he queer, huh?

I assure you
on that matter

I've no inside information
whatsoever.

[all laugh]

Did you know that snails
are actually hermaphrodites?

He and she,
all in one little shell.

That's why they
don't like to come out.

After all, why come out
when you got everything you need

right in there?

You remember when
I used to fascinate you

with bits of
information like that?

Yes. It's just like
old times, isn't it?

[people chattering]

As if that made any difference.

Well, I'd be queer too
if my wife had green skin.

- I thought you were queer.
- Well, I am. As if I weren't.

[all laugh]

George. Do you want
to go back home?

Why? Do you miss something?

To me, a French dinner
is like a sexual experience.

- Really?
- And the pastry is the orgasm.

[men laugh]

Alice, look, after dinner,
let's go back to the villa.

No, you go.
I'm a little tired.

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[crickets chirping]

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[people laughing]

[men laughing]

[people chattering]

Um, a beer.

[men laughing]

[speaking in foreign language]

[door opens]

[kissing]

George?

[chuckles]

I found him.

- 'Found who?'
- Picasso.

He's outside.

Ole.

Salvatore Mariano Ortega.

[chuckles]

[Alice]
'George, where have you been?'

He used to work for Dominguin,
the bullfighter, on his ranch.

I'm sure.

He gave me Dominguin's address.

Come on, get out of bed. We're
going to Dominguin's ranch.

I'm not going anywhere.

That's the way to get
to Picasso, an introduction.

- Dominguin is his best friend.
- 'George, listen to me.'

We can be in Spain
this afternoon.

Will you sit down
and listen to me?

He's really quite good
when he is sober.

This is it.

Dominguin's address.
Picasso's friend.

Oh, will you forget
about Picasso?

Listen.

Will Salvatore Mariano Ortega
lie? Sit down.

[Alice]
'We're not going anywhere.'

It'd be fun.

It was fun yesterday like
a big detective story

let's find Picasso.
This is ridiculous.

I'm not gonna run off some place
because you met a funny..

[Alice]
'Because you met some drunk.'

It's alright.
He doesn't understand English.

Go on, insult my friend.

Please take him out of here.

He's my friend.
Where he goes, I go.

- Now, Alice, are you coming?
- 'I said, no.'

Alright.

I shall go alone.
If that's what you want.

[Alice]
'That's what I want.'

Alright, see you someday.

[men hollering]

[horse neighing]

[speaking in foreign language]

[rumbling]

[men hollering]

[chuckling]

[chuckling continues]

[speaking in foreign language]

[laughing]

Hey, why you come all this long
way to talk to me about Picasso?

I want to meet Picasso more than
anyone else in the world.

And my wife and I flew
to France from San Francisco.

We went to Mougins
at his villa.

'I walked round his villa.
I sat on the road'

in case he came
out of his villa.

I wandered on the beach
near his villa.

I telephoned the villa,
no reply.

And I've done everything
but breakintothe villa.

And then I had the idea,
as you're such

a great friend of Picasso, that
maybe if I came here to Spain

and met you, you could give me
an introduction to him.

Well...if you want to know him,
you must come into my house.

'And you can see him
every place in his work.'

[tower bell ringing]

[violin music]

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[baby wailing]

[wailing continues]

[church bell ringing]

[dog barking]

[violin music]

[Dominguin]
'There you see..'

'And there.'

'And there.'

'Always the horses,
the man, the bulls.'

'One way or another,
with oils or water colors..'

'...or etchings,
and now in clay..'

'...Picasso comes back
to the arena.'

'Because he is Spanish,
and because he cannot'

'come back to Spain..'

'...he must come back
in his own way.'

'And so, again and again,
Picasso returns'

'to the center of life in Spain,
which is the bullring.'

'You wish to see Picasso?'

'Then you must enter that arena
yourself, and fight a bull.'

Do you think, uh,
it's absolutely necessary

in order to meet Picasso,
that I actually fight a bull?

- 'Absolutely necessary.'
- Fine.

Okay..

...I'll fight a bull.

[speaking in foreign language]

Well, you do not move.
Don't move. Remember.

Do not move.

Hey, hey!

[Dominguin]
'Muy bien.'

[George]
'Hey, hey!'

[Dominguin]
'Now, very good.'

You don't need
anything else.

I think you must, uh, wait now
for the...other bull is coming.

- The real bull is coming?
- 'Yes.'

- Where's it coming from?
- 'It's coming from this way.'

- From that there?
- 'Yes.'

Right, I'll leave it
to you. I'd like to see--

But this is for you.

It's-it's harder
with a real bull, isn't it?

- 'No, I'm sure you can do it.'
- W-with a man, yes.

A bull?

- Le-let me see you.
- 'Well, you see it before.'

'After that, you let me know
if you can do it.'

- Okay.
- Okay? Fine.

Let's go.

Open the door.

[bull grunting]

[speaking in foreign language]

Toro!

Hey!
Hey!

Muy bueno.

[speaking in foreign language]

Venga. Venga, venga.

Come, come.

Come here,
come here, by me.

And stand still.
Stay close to me.

Toro..

Toro. Toro!

Toro.

[speaking in foreign language]

'...Toro!'

Venga. Venga, venga.

Come. And now,
with the muleta.

- Hey!
- 'Stand still.'

Don't take your eyes
off the bull.

Not too much.

Touch the bull,
right there.

Hey!

Toro.

Hey!

[George]
'Hey, Toro!'

[Dominguin]
'No, no, no..'

'Pass him..'

Now, call the bull,
keep forward..

And stand still.
Direct him over there.

Hey!
Hey!

[Dominguin]
'Ole! Ole!'

[bull grunting]

- Hey, Toro!
- 'Another one.'

- Hey!
- 'Another one.'

'Stand still.'

'Another one.'

Hey!
Hey!

'That's not
a very good one.'

Mm-mm.

[George]
'Hey, Toro.'

[Dominguin]
'Ole, ole, muy bien.'

'Now, do another high one.'

Hey!

- 'Another, another.'
- Toro!

Toro,hey!

Hey!

Toro!

Hey!

[George]
'Hey, Toro.'

Muy bueno.

[laughing]

[bull grunting]

[screaming]

Keep your head down.
Don't move!

A-ha, Toro.

[bull grunting]

Aha, Toro!

Hey, hey, senor..

...look at it.

You like to try again?

That isn't what he was
supposed to do.

[Dominguinlaughing]

But, do you not feel
that in the 20th century

bullfighting is a rather
archaic way of life?

After all, we send men up in
rockets who circle the Earth.

[speaking in Spanish]

[male narrator]
The first time
I thought of retiring

it was a day when I was
dressing as a bullfighter.

I saw myself, a man
ready to kill a beast

and I thought that people must, in one way or another

help to tell us about death.

Sometimes, they do it
with poetry or novels..

...sometimes by
a direct confrontation

as in the bullring..

...where people like myself
act out our feelings.

In the bullfight, instead of
waiting for death, we make

an appointment to meet it at 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon.

And, um, alternately struck
blind by the sun or shadowed

by the bull, we think,
"So that was death"

and walk out of the arena
more alive into the late day.

Picasso likes to walk with me at such times and like a child

as with all children, he runs
curious after the mystery.

He shakes hands with death
as it passes.

And with that hand which has shaken the hand of the skeleton

he snatches the mystery and traps it in oil and canvas.

The hoofs of the bull
print the sand and this..

...calligraphy read
by the eye of Picasso

prints itself to paper.

The horn of the bull goring the sand, draws terrible pictures.

That horn, Picasso ceases
to use for his pen.

And so, as the bull sketches
out life and death

how can Picasso
but do the same?

In the end, we run to meet life because we cannot wait for it

to happen to us.

We must make it happen.

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[feet tapping]

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[feet tapping]

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[crowd shouting]

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[church bell tolling]

[speaking in Spanish]

[speaking in French]

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to intrude.

- Ooh, you're English.
- American.

Ah, American eh?

Oh, well,
join us anyway.

[chuckles]

We are both shocked, eh?

You because I am blind,
and me...because you are

the first tourist who hasn't
snapped my picture.

[chuckles]

It's lovely.

Ah...the advantage of not
seeing, mademoiselle.

You know, I can still paint
the sun long after it has set.

- Ah, well, enough for today.
- Yes.

Merci.

You know, mademoiselle..

...I hate to finish a picture.

I put it off
as long as possible.

To me,
it's like killing it.

No...the joy
is in doing it.

Not finishing it.

We come back
tomorrow.

Well, goodbye.
I must go.

Goodbye?

But-but you're coming home
to dinner with us.

- Well, I--
- You have plans?

- No, not exactly.
- Well..

Oh, yes, please,
mademoiselle.

Well, thank you.
I will.

- No.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Merci, merci.

And, and do you know
what he did there?

He gave all that up
to become an artist.

My husband wanted to
become an artist once.

What does your husband
do in America?

- He's an architect.
- Then he is an artist.

Hmm...I suppose
you could say so.

I'm afraid he doesn't think
of himself as one though.

You know, independent,
working alone, like that.

He thinks of himself rather
as a cog in a big machine.

That's why he admires
Picasso so much.

Oh, Picasso.

You know, I don't always
understand his paintings.

I know...but can you understand
when a bird sings?

[female speaking in Spanish]

No, miss.

And your children,
are they here with you?

We don't have
any children, yet.

And your husband
admires Picasso?

'Oh, and even when
I could see, I never knew'

'when I started a painting,
what would come out.'

'So being blind is
no handicap in that way.'

Ooh, it's still a struggle.
A great adventure.

At the end...a mystery.

This, I did many years ago
when I could see.

'You know, it's funny.'

'But I know
I am better now.'

As Picasso once said..

...first, I eat the fruit,
then, I paint it.

'So really,
it's th-the same for me.'

Yes.

And, if I want
to see the old way..

...I have my wife.

You know, I could
paint Notre Dame..

...if she were there to tell me
how many saints there were

on the west-front.

Which way in the sun,
and which way in the shade.

I would love to have
some of your paintings.

- Would you sell me one?
- Oh, which would you like?

- This one.
- Eh?

The one you did today.

Oh...but it is not finished.

Well, finishing it
is like killing it.

Here...here
I give it to you.

Oh, no no no.
I wanted to pay for it.

It is a small gift.

Tomorrow, I start another one.
And remember..

...the joy is in doing it.
Please, accept it.

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Hello.

Hello.

May I join you?

Well, I was expecting
someone, but, uh..

...if you wish.

- Tired?
- Yeah, a little.

Me, too.

- Did you find Picasso?
- Nope.

He tried, Dominguin tried.
But he couldn't reach him.

- We have to go home today.
- I know.

I missed ya.

[waves crashing]

Do you like it?

Well, I mean, it's not finished.
But when it's finished--

Well, it's not exactly
a Picasso, is it?

But it's very, very good.

It's going to be
a beautiful day.

You want to go for
one last swim

before we leave?

Yes.

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So what could I do?
All the bulls running around

I jumped into the river.

[Alice giggles]

Then he pulled me out
with this...stick they use

for prodding the bulls
when they herd them.

[Alice giggles]

After that, all he could do
was invite me to his place

to dry me out, right?

I wish I'd been there with you.

If you had, he would've
left me in the river.

[chuckles]

See, the objective
is to let the bull pass

as closely as possible
to your body.

Feel quite nervous actually
when you-you're waiting there

and for the...bull
to charge towards you.

'And you see the
look in its eyes'

'as it's deciding
what its target is to be..'

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