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You almost finished?
A few more minutes.
I have an itch.
Well, then, I suggest you scratch it.
I canīt.
I canīt reach it. Itīs on my back.
Try not to think of it.
I canīt not think of it. It itches.
Think of something else.
- What shall I think of then? - You tell me.
Where were you exactly one year ago today?
You know very well. I was with you in Paris...
on our honeymoon.
I can only see every glorious moment.
Tell me what you see.
I see you in the early morning With the fishermen on the banks of the Seine.
I see you standing under the Arc de Triomphe...
during the sun shower.
And I see you reading in the Tuileries while all around you children played.
- You may scratch now. - Is it finished?
Come look.
You donīt like it?
Itīs too lovely.
- Whoa. - Whoa.
Good shot. Good shot.
- Ohh! - Oh, well done, Eve.
Well done, Eve.
- Byron! - Not bad for an old rapscallionīs wife.
Doctor, your replacement is here. And youīre charming as always.
Dr. and Mrs. Edward Northrup, Iīd like you to meet our very dear friend, Byron Sullivan.
Oh, the brilliant artist Teddyīs told us so much about.
When will we have an opportunity to see your new work? Weīre very excited.
I think it best to let my good friend and agent answer that question.
All in due time.
Well, Iīve developed an enormous appetite. Would anybody care for some lunch?
- Iīm famished. - Well, then, shall we adjourn to the dining room?
- Byron, will you join us? - Iīd love to.
Eh, weīll join you shortly, my dear.
Iīd like to have a word with Byron, if you donīt mind.
Try not to be too long.
And how is your...
lovely Vanessa?
She has been a godsend to me, Teddy.
Mmm, Iīve never seen you in better spirits,
or more productive in your work.
- You said you had to see me. - Mmm.
Yes, I... have something for you.
Hope itīs not a bill.
What is this?
I thought it was rather self-evident.
"Theodore Shearing cordially invites you to a presentation of new works by Byron Sullivan.
May 17, Colman Gallery. New York City."
Youīre ready for a major show, my boy. Congratulations.
But the Colman Gallery, Teddy. Whistler has shown there.
Sargent, Cassatt- And soon, Byron Sullivan!
A major talent about to burst on to the artistic horizon.
I have commissions for half your works already.
Youīre going to be rich and famous...
and admired.
I must tell Vanessa.
- Give Eve my apologies. - Yes, I Will.
- You just give me my commission! - What commission?
Iīll never sign the contracts!
Vanessa.
If you donīt tell me why Weīre celebrating,
I am simply going to burst.
To us, darling.
Iīm going to have...
a major show...
at the Colman Gallery in New York City.
Byron!
I know. I know. I can hardly believe that.
Itīs too amazing to be true.
Now the whole world will know what I know,
that youīre a brilliant artist.
Iīm so proud of you.
None of this good fortune could ever have happened without you.
Byron.
If there is any merit to my work, it is because of you,
my beloved Vanessa.
I love you so.
And all that I am or will ever be is because of you.
East side, West side.
All around the town.
The tots sang Ring-.
London Bridge Is Falling Down.
Boys and girls together.
- Me and Mamie OīRourke. - Me and May-da-da-da.
Tripped through the light fantastic
On the sidewalks of New York..
I love that one.
Whoa, there.! Whoa.!
Eve and I will take you home.
It hurts, Vanessa.
I hurt. I hurt so deep.
You must be in here With me, sharing this pain.
I know.
I canīt look at you anymore!
I canīt let you see me like this.
Sleep,
my darling.
Sleep.
Heīll be all right, Ted. Itīs a case of melancholy.
And Iīd say, under the circumstances, quite reasonable.
Heīll need bed rest, and then, if I may be so bold,
a couple of months in a sanitarium.
Heīs far beyond any medication I can prescribe.
Itīs Mr. Sullivanīs soul that needs a good airing.
Thank you, Edward. Iīll be in touch.
What have you done?
- I was drunk and- - Iīve called it off, all of it.
The exhibit! The-The buyers!
The critics! Canceled the invitations!
These people are the connoisseurs of art!
Not- Not ashes!
I knew what I was doing.
Well, it matters very little now.
just thank goodness that...
you still have your health, and...
you can start painting again.
Excuse me, Teddy, but Iīm not of a mind to paint ever again.
Oh, really?
just like that, you quit? You retire?
Itīs not like you. You-
A tantrum of self-pity.
Iīm not feeling sorry for myself.
I just donīt have it in me anymore.
It left when Vanessa died.
Maybe she took it with her.
Maybe it Was never mine to keep in the first place.
I know what youīre capable of.
Itīs my job to know, both as your-your friend and your representative.
Y-You cannot choose when to express the gifts God gave you!
You cannot turn it on or off like a lantern!
As my representative,
well, Teddy, Iīm afraid youīre out of a job.
But as my friend, I only ask of you to give me time.
I need more time, Teddy.
I need to be by myself for a while. Please.
Ahh.
I need you with me.
Ah, I need you in my life.
Vanessa, come home.
Come home!
Vanessa!
Byron.
Vanessa!
W-Where are you now? Where do you go?
Is this really happening, or am I dreaming?
Are you somewhere out here lost?
Or am I?
I must be mad.
Vanessa.
A Summerīs Day.
I painted this before.
I painted this before!
A Summerīs Day.
I want so much to believe that you are real.
Do I seem real enough?
Yes. Truly you do.
Then accept what we have,
and be with me now.
Letīs go to bed.
Thereīs nothing in the universe I desire more.
But it cannot be...
unless you create it.
Thatīs nonsense.
Whatever we create,
we do it together.
Very well, Vanessa. Weīll do it your way.
Byron,
come to bed.
Itīs chilly.
Iīve never seen you looking so rosy.
Youīve bounced back. Itīs nothing short of a miracle.
It is a miracle.
Excuse us, please. Excuse us.
Your sudden outpouring- My goodness. Itīs- Itīs simply confounding.
Thatīs very kind of you, old friend.
But you said so yourself- Vanessa lives in my paintings.
And hereīs the proof. And thank goodness for the...
time the two of you shared.
Short but inspirational.
Youīre going to be bloody rich, Byron.
But, please, donīt let money stifle your passion to create.
Teddy. Thereīs no need to worry about that.
What I have, no amount of money can ever cheat me out of.
Iīll create a life for us.
We may have a child.
Or go to South America.
Or Africa.
Or maybe even Mars.
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