Got it. I win again.
No, we are drawing.
- Well, I do. - No you don't.
No need to go to the fish market tomorrow.
Mistress wants eggs.
No...
she cannot abide the smell when she's with child.
So soon?
As if there weren't enough mouths to feed already.
Still...
what can you do, eh?
Men.
Marvelous.
No, Jan.
(laughing)
Why did you move the chair?
She looked trapped.
(distant thunder)
Maria: Griet!
Are you up there?
One of my tortoiseshell combs is gone.
Mistress: She's nothing but trouble.
Griet: Master, I did not do it.
Help me.
Tanneke: Please. Let me look for you.
Maertge: Papa?
- Father? - Tanneke: Don't!
Leave it alone. I'll find it. Please, sir.
Mistress: What's going on? What are you doing?
Stop it!
For heaven's sake,
you're scaring the children.
What are you doing?
Cornelia.
(groaning)
She's dishonest.
Always sneaking around. Shirking her work.
Tanneke has complained of it.
Creeping upstairs all day long.
My daughter is right, there has been too much sneaking about.
I only took her out of charity.
- If I thought she'd be... - With another child due
we need the extra help.
Fit in all your work
and do not slack or it will be the worst for you.
I shall invite Master Van Ruijven.
Johannes must have a new commission.
Get back to work.
Van Ruijven: All these girls.
The boys will soon be swarming around like flies.
I tell you, if I was a few years younger...
A connoisseur in everything, Master Van Ruijven.
But you should be faithful to one mistress above all others...
Art.
Your name will surely be famed as one of the great patrons.
With your exquisite taste,
your subtle understanding of allegory and allusion...
No, no, stop it, stop it. My God, woman, you could sell sour milk to cows.
Now what is it you want?
A group painting.
Yourself and Emilie.
Your lovely daughter too.
Or...
a merry company.
Wine...
a good meal on your table.
Your friends all about. Music.
- And dancing. - It's better. Better, better.
I'll take your bait.
The picture, several figures.
A merry gathering, but no family portrait.
And if I'm to spend tedious hours sitting
I want something I can rest my eyes on.
I think she ought to be in the painting.
A tavern scene. It will make a change for you.
Griet could come and serve me.
Look at her, man.
How hard is it to paint a pretty girl?
Can I have her?
Griet, there's been talk of you.
I've done nothing.
Van Ruijven's cook says you're to be painted with her master.
You'll have heard about him and the maid that was painted before?
- You shouldn't believe gossip. - Oh, I don't.
I'll tell Pieter you asked after him.
Liver?
Griet.
You've heard?
I heard.
No smoke without fire, they say.
- Is that what you think? - No.
You're only a maid, what can you do?
- I must get back. - Don't walk away. Listen to me.
Just remember who you are.
Don't get caught up in his world.
I am only a maid,
but I would never give in to Master Van Ruijven.
I wasn't talking about Van Ruijven.
Van Ruijven: Ah, you girl, Griet.
Come here.
What were you doing today? I missed you.
We both did.
I hear you've been of great use to your master, pretty Griet.
All that grinding and stirring, eh?
Master and maid.
It's a tune we all know.
And you can practice together now that we've made our bargain. Eh, Jan?
You won't forget, will you?
Good.
- What should I...? - No.
No. I already... already begun a group painting.
You're not to sit with Master Van Ruijven, that much is agreed.
Thank you, sir.
I'm to paint you alone.
My daughter must not hear of this other painting in her condition.
It's to hang in his private cabinet.
He's no fool, mind you.
An he won't be taken for one, so don't think otherwise.
You're a fly in his web.
We all are.
Man: You've to admit, my friend, French swords are the best.
Tomorrow morning.
I cannot, I have work.
Find a way.
The front of your cap, fold it back.
Take off your cap.
No, sir.
I cannot.
Cannot?
I will not.
I need to see your face.
The cap covers too much.
There's some cloth in the storeroom.
You know, I've a mind to go up there one day and surprise him
in the act.
But you said yourself it's very dull.
Oh, not with Emilie
when he's alone with some young beauty.
Have you ever notice how he never bothers with old women?
Only the young pretty ones.
On their own.
You'll have to wait then.
He makes only one painting at a time.
Is that so?
Mistress: Jan?
Jan? My necklace.
Haven't you finished yet?
I'll be in my studio until dinner.
Open your mouth.
Sir?
Open your mouth.
Less.
Now lick your lips.
Again.
(steps, door closing)
Girl: Got you, got you, got you!
Wear these.
Good.
Look, Griet.
Point of light in the shadow of the neck leading the eye.
Jan.
Sir.
- Do not ask this of me. - It's needed.
The composition, it's not balanced.
I've seen you paint with no one there.
You want me to imagine how the earring would look?
My ears are not pierced.
She'll find out.
This has to be, Griet.
See for yourself.
You looked inside me.
I've got you!
Now hold still. I want to look at you.
Now, girl...
tell me how you get on up there.
Has he found his composition?
Do you move him? Do you inspire him?
Tell me, has the master's brush unlocked the secrets of your heart?
Ripe as a plum... still unplucked.
What's he playing at?
He made a bargain with me. He's painting you at my pleasure.
- No! - I've waited long enough.
What a great fool he is.
Don't fight.
No! No!
Woman: Griet?
Not a word.
You'll lose your place.
He won't look at you again.
Woman: Griet!
Ah, there you are, my dear.
The maid kept me talking with some...
cock and bull story.
Well, girl?
What's to be done?
Master Van Ruijven wants his paintings...
and he will bear no more delay.
If he crosses Van Ruijven over this...
he will lose him.
Then what?
My daughter is out for the day.
Do it now.
You do it.
Look at me.
Now turn your head, not your shoulders.
Look at me.
There, that's it.
I'll see you later.
Don't rush away, Griet, please.
Leave the house.
Join me and Paul in the meat market.
- I must get back. - I'll fetch your things,
I'll send someone.
No.
Our own life, Griet... answering to no one.
Marry me.
(fast-paced steps)
(loud, distant arguing)
Mistress: Laughing at me in my own house.
I will see for myself. No one will stop me.
There is nothing to see. You're making yourself ridiculous.
Maria: Calm, my dear.
Mistress: I will not be calm!
Am I a child?!
Does no one speak the truth to me in my own house?
By all the saints, if you would stop screaming for a moment, I can explain.
More lies?!
I don't want to hear any more of your lies, Mother.
I have a right to know.
So.
No more hiding now.
Here I am.
I want to see this painting.
There's no point.
No point?!
I am too stupid to look at a painting now?
She can't read! You know that?
Sit down. You'll exhaust yourself.
Why can't I look?
It's just a commission. Gone in a few days. You need never see it.
They are just paintings.
Pictures, for money. They mean nothing.
Is it true she wore my pearls?
How could you?
Show me this painting.
You'll make yourself ill.
You show me.
It's obscene.
Why don't you paint me?
Because you don't understand!
And she does?
(screaming)
No! Get out of here!
Get out of my house!
(steps)
I've come to the right place, then.
Tanneke?
This is for you.
Subtitles By CHIBCHAKAN © 2005