Greetings, art lovers.
Vincent van Ghoul here with another morbid masterpiece...
sure to paint you into a coroner.
Something's not quite right.
Ah, yes.
Now that's a still life.
Tonight's tale concerns a painter...
who's tired of people giving his work the brush.
I call this pestilent portrait of the artist as a young mangler...
Easel Kill Ya.
Well, they're very...
nice.
They're supposed to be...
ironic.
Of course they are, dear.
You know, Jack...
maybe you should go back to drinking.
Your work had more passion.
You promised me a show, Ella.
You know...
this space could be quite compelling...
if you put a little effort into fixing it up.
I've been working...
day and night for six months...
and all because you promised me a show if I came up with something...
new.
Not just new, darling.
New and good.
Honey...
if it's money you're worried about...
I could give you a job around the gallery.
I have a new Southern primitive show to hang next week.
Could use some help.
I saw her life slip away.
There was something almost beautiful about it.
Jack.
Jack!
I can't stand here all day.
You want the job or not?
I think I would have enjoyed killing her.
But you didn't.
You faced your demon.
You stared it down...
and you shared that victory with us.
I know we all appreciate that, Jack.
Remember, we are not alone, we are...
-forgiven. -Forgiven.
And that allows us to...
-face another day. -Face another day.
Good, people, that's all for today.
We'll see you next week.
You're incredibly hard on yourself, you know?
Well, you know....
No suffering, no art, right?
You don't really believe that, do you?
I've been completely broke for a year.
Haven't sold a single painting.
Well, what you need is some inspiration.
I thought you were supposed to be staying away from obsessive relationships.
Who said anything about getting obsessed?
I'm just trying to get this really nice guy named Jack to loosen up a little bit...
take some time to notice all the beauty around him.
Try turning to the window a little.
How about this?
I want a drink. Do you want one?
Tap water.
Yeah, that'd be great.
I hate this place.
Why do you live here?
I don't know.
I used to think it was romantic.
Maybe I still do.
Don't give up, Jack.
I've seen you struggle.
We all have.
But you're a brave man...
and an honest man.
I should go.
You're winning, Jack.
The other side of you is only as strong as you allow it to be.
See you tomorrow.
What happens tomorrow?
I'll be over for my next sitting.
Hey!
Turn the fucking music down.
Turn the fucking music down!
Turn the fucking music down, you son of a bitch.
Turn the....
Turn the fucking....
It's really good.
But who the hell will buy it?
Remarkable, aren't they?
Finest collection of morbid art in private hands anywhere in the world.
You must have gone to a lot of trouble to collect these.
You have no idea.
So...
you insist you have a possible addition to this?
I don't know.
I think so.
Don't be coy, Jack.
Let's see what you've got.
Hello.
You like this?
No.
I covet it.
Look carefully around you, Jack.
These are some of the most awful moments of the 20th century.
Downstairs, I have thousands more in a vault.
They're graphic, they're real...
but they lack one thing...
one supremely important thing...
the artist's touch...
his ability to interpret the horror of the world...
through the darkness of his own soul.
You have some of that darkness, don't you Jack?
You hear the shadow's voice, don't you?
You want to buy this?
How much?
I don't know.
I was thinking...two.
That's an insult to your talent.
So be it.
No, $200.
Consider it a down payment on your next one.
I'm gonna give you $20,000 for it.
You serious?
I have great expectations, Jack.
I don't think I'm ready to paint another one of these.
Oh, you're ready, Jack.
You're on the brink.
Don't turn back now.
Don't be afraid.
How about this, Jack?
...this, Jack?
Hey, artist!
Hey, hey, hey.
Why don't you pick us up a nice bottle of entertainment...
while you're out, huh?
Well, unless, of course...
you're still pretending to be sober.
-It's on me this time. -Oh, yeah?
Who'd you kill?
I sold a painting.
Well, there's a sucker born every minute.
This the kid's stuff?
Yeah, I'm gonna lock it up in the basement.
I'm gonna sell it for that dead creep's back rent.
I mean, you can imagine, old lady like me...
I gotta lug this crap down those slippery stairs.
I could trip. I could break my neck.
Want some help?
Yeah, who is it?
A forgotten friend.
Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
You haven't been to group in a couple of weeks...
and your phone's off the hook.
No, I've been working.
On my portrait, I hope.
No, I've got a patron.
He's commissioned me to do a piece.
Jack, that's wonderful!
What kind of piece?
Well, it's...
something to complement his decor.
Great.
I just hope your new patron lets you finish my picture.
Don't touch that.
Sharon, I don't think I'll be able to finish your portrait.
-I don't think I have it in me. -Don't say that.
You have to believe in yourself, Jack. That's all it takes.
Will you cut it out with this sweetness and light bullshit.
A little bit of goodness, little bit of charity...
is going to drive the bad boy out of Jack, right?
You don't really know me.
Yes, I do.
Oh, Jack.
I love you.
Give in, Jack.
Give in to me.
Give in, Jack.
Don't hold back.
Give in.
-Give in to it, Jack. -Give in to it, Jack.
Give in to your other side.
Let him win, Jack. It's what you want.
Jack, no!
Where are you going?
Please wait for me here.
I need you to be here when I get back.
This is magnificent.
This is more than I ever hoped for.
The beginnings of a brilliant career.
No, Mayflower, the end.
The end of a career.
This is the last painting I'm doing for you.
-You can't be serious. -I'm serious.
You just give me my money. We'll both have what we want.
Jack, you are on the verge of greatness.
You are a unique talent.
The world will not be deprived. You can't just stop.
I've stopped.
I stopped when I finished this painting.
I'm gonna give you $100,000 for your next painting.
I see you haven't totally exorcised your better half.
No, this is not going to work, Mayflower.
Listen hard, Jack.
You're not a man easily satisfied by the ordinary.
You're never going to be inspired by the simple pleasures...
Iike love, happiness....
You need more.
You just give me my money, now.
There's so much more where this came from.
I won't be needing it.
Oh, I think you will, Jack.
I think you will.
Sharon.
Let me explain.
Sharon.
I'm not that person anymore.
Sharon, I need you now.
Sharon.
Sharon, wait!
Sharon!
Well?
Well, the cerebral cortex is extensively damaged.
I'm not sure she'll survive the night.
Well, do something!
Look, we've got the best neurosurgeon in the city...
on his way right here to evaluate the situation.
Now if anyone can save her, he can.
However...
the girl has no insurance.
Her family has no money...
and the operation is very difficult...
and very expensive.
Look, you get the doctor. You do the operation.
I'll get you the money.
You have made me very happy.
$100,000.
I got your money. You see this?
Banks open in the morning. You'll get your fucking fee.
I'm afraid that won't be necessary, Mr. Craig.
The surgeon who could have saved Sharon's life...
-was murdered a few hours ago. -What?
Yeah, some maniac attacked him on his way here...
caved in his skull.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Craig?
I understand that you're an artist.
Well, Sharon's croaking is sure to leave a very bad taste...
on Jack's palate.
What a shame she turned into such a ""Moan-a Lisa.""
You know, kiddies, some artists prefer watercolors...
others prefer oils...
but me, I prefer...
finger painting.
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