This is my car. l am the driver.
These are my dreams. l bought them from God.
You like my hat?
l am Modigliani, the crazy ltalian fuck.
Sit down, Matador. You're scaring the peasants.
Her neck is not so long. She has her father's neck. Short.
-Yes... -l like...
Excuse me.
-Not so long. -Okay, l know.
Go back. Out of my way. Thank you.
-Don't touch my painting. -You're ruining it because...
l'm the painter. You're ruining the painting.
lt's very wide. Of course you're the painter.
You paint it.
You like it? lt's for you.
l'm not paying for this.
To Livorno.
You promised you wouldn't let me die here.
Maurice, you're safe.
Get away from him! All of you, get out!
Get out!
Want him to become what you've become? You think it's romantic?
lt's how it should be? Get out!
Have some water.
How do you feel?
l don't know.
They said l shouldn't leave you.
So l won't.
Never again.
-The rain speaks. -Really? What does it say?
lt says, ''Don't cry, my love.
Modi is here.''
-How do you feel? -Alive.
You should thank Zbo.
He gave us the money to come here.
lf he'd only sold my work he could come here more often.
Well, l'm trying.
That was the most beautiful meal. Thank you. Great stuff.
So, tell us, what else is happening is Paris?
Nothing new. The same as before.
Just watching everyone get ready for the competition.
-Well, Modi... -No.
l'm going to rest. l'm tired.
-Remember; no drink. -No drink.
-l love you. -l love you.
Good night. See you later.
-May l see your work? -What for? You never sell anything.
Beautiful.
A poetry.
Modi, prepare yourself. We're gonna need all of this in Paris...
for your one-man show.
You heard me right.
Bertha Veil loved the nudes so much...
she wants to hang everything you have.
Did you hear me?
Bertha Veil is giving you your very own one-man show.
Bravo, Modigliani!
They're exquisite.
Jeanne, great Jeanne.
Mrs. Veil, you're the organizer?
You know l am. You live just across the street.
You shall remove a painting from your gallery window.
l will do not.
Como back with this tomorrow.
lf you don't remove the paintings...
my men will do it for you.
And we'll close down the show.
This is outrageous.
Are they pictures of your mother, your sister?
Do as he says.
Why, Modi?
l'm impressed.
By the way, l hope you won't be offended...
the painting you gave me as a gift...
the one Jeanne brought me...
the other night l was inspired by something...
a felt hat. Yes, a felt hat.
l didn't have a canvas. lt was 4 in the morning.
Make your point, Spanish.
l used your painting.
Do you forgive me?
Let's go.
l think l like the new Modigliani.
Yes, l think l do.
Let's look around.
l'm tired.
l'm not.
That's because you're not pregnant.
-So. -Go, go.
-See you later. Bye! -Can you stop the bus, please.
Tell me, Modigliani. How does a blind man paint?
You don't know.
He paints what nobody sees! What nobody sees!
Go!
What?
He gave your baby to the welfare.
What?
Your baby. Your beautiful little girl is now in strange hands.
And all because you can't live a normal life...
like the rest of the world around you.
Get out and show your face! Show your face!
You see me? You see the Jew?
Go away or l'll call the police.
You'd better call the police.
-Where is my baby? -You get away from me.
Where is my baby?
Somewhere where you'll never find her.
Go on.
Do it. Do it.
No one's here.
Tomorrow you can tell the whole world a Jew threatened your life.
A Jew. Do it!
l'm gonna ask you one more time. Where is my baby?
You...
you have neither resource nor conditions to raise her.
Watch me.
l forgive you.
Modi? Hello? Have you finished yet?
Yes and l want you to take the painting to the competition.
What about you? Remember it starts today.
Don't let the painting out of your sight.
-Where are you? -City Hall.
What for?
Marriage license. l'm going to marry Jeanne.
Silence, uh?
Modigliani, marriage license.
Yes, sit down.
-You're getting married? -Yes.
Me too.
Congratulations.
Excuse me.
You have children?
l have one and one on the way.
lt's important children.
Very important.
Go away!
l'm crazy, you know? l will do something.
Go away!
Excuse me, l'm going to the corner.
No, no. You do not touch this painting.
lt's my painting.
What's going on here?
lt's the police. They get the painting.
lf something happens to this painting...
you'll spend the rest of my life as a eunuch.
A eunuch! Understood?
Good. Bye-bye, eunuch.
Eunuch.
Be careful.
What about the others?
-They're hanged. -All of them?
All of them.
So, now we'll know.
Monsieur?
-What time is it? -Closing time.
You must leave now.
Madame, l must have my marriage license today.
-Monday, nine o'clock. -Don't understand. l need it today.
l need it today.
Monsieur, we all have families. We need to go home too.
l have a baby coming any day.
And l have a beautiful daughter. Please.
You are a painter, aren't you?
Yes.
-Me too. -l can see that.
Very well...
-sign here. -Thank you, ma'am.
What's wrong with it?
The color. Flash with my painting.
Cheers.
You will pay for the drink.
l have five thousand Francs. Today l buy everybody a drink.
To Livorno.
Cheers.
Jeanne, here!
-ls he here? -l thought he'd be with you.
No, no...
Mommy, thank you so much.
l thought maybe she would bring him luck.
Thank you.
Where is the great Modigliani?
The trumpets of silence.
Ships of peace make me sleep.
The cradle swings when the morning comes.
l wrote that myself when l was alone in the night.
But no longer.
Today is the prove that l'm a rich man.
Rich beyond belief.
Ladies and gentlemen, attention. lt's time.
Ladies and gentlemen, l give you Soutine.
Diego Rivera.
''Mexico''.
Kisling. ''Fear''.
Utrillo. ''Madness''.
Picasso. Title...
''Modigliani''.
And finally, l give you Modigliani.
Title; ''Jeanne''.
When l know your soul, l'll paint your eyes.
Don't worry.
My hands...
my hands.
You'll be okay.
Jeanne...
lt's okay. Sleep, dear. Sleep.
ln my pocket.
l wanted to surprise you.
l'll always be your wife.
Modi!
lt's us!
l can't see nothing.
-ln the name of God! -What happened?
Get away from him.
He needs a doctor.
Don't take him from me.
Don't take him!
Don't take him from me!
Please.
Watch his head.
Modi, stay with us.
Oh, my God.
Excuse us.
Jeanne...
Always and forever.
l'm here.
lt's time to end this madness.
Wait for me, my love. Wait for me.
Wait...
Jeanne...
l offer my deepest sympathies.
l can't imagine how you feel.
You know what l feel?
Pablo, shall l tell you?
l feel nothing.
l have a baby in my belly...
another heart beating...
another soul craving...
and l'm empty, like your glass.
You'll go home.
You'll always live a full and rich life.
But l swear to God... when your time comes...
when you leave at your death bed...
the name Modigliani...
will not be far from your lips.
You can never paint over this night.
lt belongs to him.
l saw him dance once by the statue of Balzac.
So beautiful his face, so graceful his dance...
as he swang to the song, he smiled...
He was all the things l was once.
So, l stole that moment, and locked it away in my mind...
to be there, to comfort me in my empty days.
Auguste Renoir.
Papa sends you all the love of the world.
When you grow up, you'll feel our love wherever you go.
l want you to know...
and try to understand...
try to forgive me.