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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
OLDER WOMAN:
Don't you wish you
could paint like that?
Oh, I'm sorry?
I said, don't you wish
you could paint
like your husband?
Really. You must be
so proud of him.
(MUTTERS)
So elegant.
RASMUSSEN: Yes,
they're all Vejle,
where he grew up.
Now, I don't say
my client is the best
landscape artist in Denmark,
but he is
in the top one.
Yes. Oh, hello!
It's going very well.
Mmm. Yes.
He'll be impossible.
Oh, my.
(LAUGHING LOUDLY)
Oh, thank you.
GERDA: And Rasmussen!
Oh, come on. Be kind.
At least he agreed
to see your work.
It was only because
he was drunk.
I know.
Yes, you were loving it.
I was not!
(LAUGHS)
"I don't say my client is
the best landscape
artist in Denmark..."
But...
"He's in the top one!"
Quiet! People are sleeping.
Sorry.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Do you know
what time it is?
Time you came
back to bed?
No.
I'm ready to start work.
Gerda.
What?
Your face.
You think
I can't resist you?
Do you want
to resist me?
No.
But I'd like you
to ask nicely,
so I don't feel
such a pushover.
Gerda Wegener.
My life.
My wife.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Thorbjorn.
Mr. Wegener.
ULLA: Tighter.
(PIANO PLAYING)
Perfect.
Yes. More.
Einar Wegener.
Oh, don't worry
about him.
He's only ever had
eyes for one woman.
My guilty secret's out.
So,
when are you two
going to brood me
a godchild, huh?
Ulla, you're an atheist.
Have you tried
drinking raw eggs?
No.
Do it.
For my sake.
We're trying.
Try harder.
Anyway...
(SIGHS) What are you
doing in today?
I thought you had
finished last week.
I wanted to check on
the painting of the backdrop
for the storm scene.
And give Gerda some space.
Ah. She's got
a shy one?
(SNICKERS)
Well, you know
I'm next.
Oh... So I heard.
(CHUCKLES)
I won't be shy.
I should imagine not.
She'll need all
her colors for me.
Mmm-hmm.
Mmm!
Head up.
I wanted to say
I appreciate
our being alone today.
I hope your husband
doesn't mind.
Not at all.
I could see his being here
made you uncomfortable.
It wasn't personal.
It's not uncommon.
Ah.
It's hard for a man
to be looked at
by a woman.
Women are used to it,
of course, but
for a man to, um,
submit to a woman's gaze.
It's unsettling.
Although I believe
there's some pleasure
to be had from it,
once you, um,
yield.
Sit.
Good girl.
(BELL RINGING)
Morning.
Morning.
Well?
Perfect.
(SCOFFS)
(CHUCKLES)
Almost.
Ah.
(GROANS)
Good luck!
Toodle-oo!
(DOOR SHUTS)
All portraits.
(SCOFFS) Is that bad?
Not per Se.
This kind of work
is not really my...
Gerda, I don't think
it would benefit
either of us to show these.
It's not a judgment
on your abilities.
I agree with Einar.
You could be
a first-class painter
if you found
the right subject matter.
(DOOR SHUTS)
How was it?
Fine.
I finally managed
to get the color
for the snow.
A bog in Vejle.
I don't know how you can
paint the same thing
over and over.
I suppose I just haven't
finished with it yet.
Gerda?
Could you please not speak
to Rasmussen about me again?
My work is my business.
Stay out of it.
Gerda.
I have my period.
Sorry.
Are you?
Of course I am.
I mean, you know I am.
Could you help me
with something?
Anything.
Ulla has an extra rehearsal.
She canceled again.
Oh.
Would you try on
her stockings and shoes?
I'm just so behind,
I don't know how
I'll be finished in time
for her opening.
Yeah, I'll...
I'll do it.
It's fine, I'll do it.
They're there.
(DOG BARKS)
Hvappe, no, not now.
He almost snagged it.
Hvappe.
Uh...
That's backwards.
I saw those
in the window
at Fonnesbech's.
Hmm.
Smart, aren't they?
I don't think
they'll fit.
Well, you do
the best you can.
No, I need the dress.
No.
I need to see
how the hem falls.
No, Gerda, I'm not
putting it on.
Well, I haven't
asked you to.
Just relax.
The sooner I start,
the sooner I finish.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, hello, there!
(ULLA LAUGHING)
Oh, don't worry,
my darling.
We're going
to call you
Lili.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Such concentration.
Sometimes I think
you're going to slip
through the surface
of the painting and vanish.
Into the bog.
Like your friend's kite
when you were a boy.
Hans.
Mmm.
Yes, Hans.
I bet he still sits
on that rock,
sobbing his heart out.
Don't.
He's actually
an art dealer in Paris.
Peddling old masters
to rich Americans.
Hmm.
So we don't need
to worry about Hans.
No, we don't need
to worry about Hans.
I didn't mean
to disturb you.
No, it's okay.
I'm finished.
And don't worry, I won't
disappear into the bog.
The bog's in me, silly.
(CHUCKLES)
OLDER WOMAN:
Don't you wish you
could paint like that?
Oh, I'm sorry?
I said, don't you wish
you could paint
like your husband?
Really. You must be
so proud of him.
(MUTTERS)
So elegant.
RASMUSSEN: Yes,
they're all Vejle,
where he grew up.
Now, I don't say
my client is the best
landscape artist in Denmark,
but he is
in the top one.
Yes. Oh, hello!
It's going very well.
Mmm. Yes.
He'll be impossible.
Oh, my.
(LAUGHING LOUDLY)
Oh, thank you.
GERDA: And Rasmussen!
Oh, come on. Be kind.
At least he agreed
to see your work.
It was only because
he was drunk.
I know.
Yes, you were loving it.
I was not!
(LAUGHS)
"I don't say my client is
the best landscape
artist in Denmark..."
But...
"He's in the top one!"
Quiet! People are sleeping.
Sorry.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Do you know
what time it is?
Time you came
back to bed?
No.
I'm ready to start work.
Gerda.
What?
Your face.
You think
I can't resist you?
Do you want
to resist me?
No.
But I'd like you
to ask nicely,
so I don't feel
such a pushover.
Gerda Wegener.
My life.
My wife.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Thorbjorn.
Mr. Wegener.
ULLA: Tighter.
(PIANO PLAYING)
Perfect.
Yes. More.
Einar Wegener.
Oh, don't worry
about him.
He's only ever had
eyes for one woman.
My guilty secret's out.
So,
when are you two
going to brood me
a godchild, huh?
Ulla, you're an atheist.
Have you tried
drinking raw eggs?
No.
Do it.
For my sake.
We're trying.
Try harder.
Anyway...
(SIGHS) What are you
doing in today?
I thought you had
finished last week.
I wanted to check on
the painting of the backdrop
for the storm scene.
And give Gerda some space.
Ah. She's got
a shy one?
(SNICKERS)
Well, you know
I'm next.
Oh... So I heard.
(CHUCKLES)
I won't be shy.
I should imagine not.
She'll need all
her colors for me.
Mmm-hmm.
Mmm!
Head up.
I wanted to say
I appreciate
our being alone today.
I hope your husband
doesn't mind.
Not at all.
I could see his being here
made you uncomfortable.
It wasn't personal.
It's not uncommon.
Ah.
It's hard for a man
to be looked at
by a woman.
Women are used to it,
of course, but
for a man to, um,
submit to a woman's gaze.
It's unsettling.
Although I believe
there's some pleasure
to be had from it,
once you, um,
yield.
Sit.
Good girl.
(BELL RINGING)
Morning.
Morning.
Well?
Perfect.
(SCOFFS)
(CHUCKLES)
Almost.
Ah.
(GROANS)
Good luck!
Toodle-oo!
(DOOR SHUTS)
All portraits.
(SCOFFS) Is that bad?
Not per Se.
This kind of work
is not really my...
Gerda, I don't think
it would benefit
either of us to show these.
It's not a judgment
on your abilities.
I agree with Einar.
You could be
a first-class painter
if you found
the right subject matter.
(DOOR SHUTS)
How was it?
Fine.
I finally managed
to get the color
for the snow.
A bog in Vejle.
I don't know how you can
paint the same thing
over and over.
I suppose I just haven't
finished with it yet.
Gerda?
Could you please not speak
to Rasmussen about me again?
My work is my business.
Stay out of it.
Gerda.
I have my period.
Sorry.
Are you?
Of course I am.
I mean, you know I am.
Could you help me
with something?
Anything.
Ulla has an extra rehearsal.
She canceled again.
Oh.
Would you try on
her stockings and shoes?
I'm just so behind,
I don't know how
I'll be finished in time
for her opening.
Yeah, I'll...
I'll do it.
It's fine, I'll do it.
They're there.
(DOG BARKS)
Hvappe, no, not now.
He almost snagged it.
Hvappe.
Uh...
That's backwards.
I saw those
in the window
at Fonnesbech's.
Hmm.
Smart, aren't they?
I don't think
they'll fit.
Well, you do
the best you can.
No, I need the dress.
No.
I need to see
how the hem falls.
No, Gerda, I'm not
putting it on.
Well, I haven't
asked you to.
Just relax.
The sooner I start,
the sooner I finish.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, hello, there!
(ULLA LAUGHING)
Oh, don't worry,
my darling.
We're going
to call you
Lili.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Such concentration.
Sometimes I think
you're going to slip
through the surface
of the painting and vanish.
Into the bog.
Like your friend's kite
when you were a boy.
Hans.
Mmm.
Yes, Hans.
I bet he still sits
on that rock,
sobbing his heart out.
Don't.
He's actually
an art dealer in Paris.
Peddling old masters
to rich Americans.
Hmm.
So we don't need
to worry about Hans.
No, we don't need
to worry about Hans.
I didn't mean
to disturb you.
No, it's okay.
I'm finished.
And don't worry, I won't
disappear into the bog.
The bog's in me, silly.
(CHUCKLES)
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