:03:06
Close that window!
:03:07
- You want me to catch cold?
- But we'll suffocate.
:03:10
That'll be better than perishing
from a draft.
:03:12
Oh, you and your drafts.
:03:19
It's the concierge...
:03:21
...for the rent.
- He'll kick us into the street.
:03:25
Don't let him in. Tell him I'm in bed.
:03:27
Some horrible disease.
It's catching. Anything.
:03:36
- Who is it?
- It's Émile's mother.
:03:42
- Come in, Madame Zola.
- Thanks, Paul.
:03:46
Émile, why are you in bed?
Are you ill?
:03:50
It's tearing my heart out to see you
living like this, and now it must end.
:03:55
Nonsense, Maman. I'm an
independent gentleman of letters...
:03:58
...and soon the world will recognize me.
:04:01
Cézanne?
:04:03
- Alexandrine, come in.
- Alexandrine, here? Where?
:04:08
Alexandrine! Darling.
:04:14
Oh, darling, we have
wonderful news for you.
:04:17
- You have a job.
- You have a job.
:04:20
A job?
:04:22
I have a job?
Cézanne! Did you hear? I have a job!
:04:33
What kind of job?
:04:36
I'm not going to sell my talents
to any lying...
:04:39
This is a job with La Rue,
the great book publisher.
:04:42
You're to be a clerk. Oh, darling,
we can get married now.
:04:48
That's marvelous!
:04:50
Now I shall have time to finish my book.
:04:52
Maybe even get La Rue to publish it.
:04:56
Cézanne, take Maman's coat.
:04:59
Paul, get meat and bread!