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Previously on Genius...

I want to do something original.

-Unique! You could paint

your perfect painting, Pablo.

These paintings, they were

the best work I've ever done.

I've had my work

-destroyed before. And the Nazis

have labeled every bit of it as "degenerate."

It is extraordinary, Pablo.

It's a gift, Uncle,

to thank you for everything you've done for me.

I made a vow to God that if he let Conchita live,

I would give up painting.

God knew I could never keep my promise.

So to punish me...

: ...he took her.

The roses are exquisite, Hervé.

Thank you, Monsieur.

There are thorns.

-Be careful. -DORA (whispers): Never.

Who is this woman, Pablo?

I am Dora Maar.

And you must be Marie-Thérèse.

: I will never be bored by you.

-(laughing) -My name is

Carles Casagemas.

What is yours?

Picasso.

Picasso and I, we are the future.

I don't understand you, Françoise.

I want to be a painter.

You will become a lawyer. Do I make myself clear?

Franco and his fanatics are winning the war.

Franco has Hitler and the Nazis on his side, Pablo.

-We need you on ours. I know you didn't want

to make a painting for the Spanish Pavilion.

But now you must.

I am going to need

a very big canvas.

I'm getting my family to safety.

Guernica made the Nazis very angry.

You have children,

women you love.

Some things are more important than art.

Not to me.

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-Françoise. -Mama?

The Germans have crossed the border.

You must hurry. Your father is waiting

-for us at the harbor in Saint-Malo. -(distant explosion)

Papa!

Françoise. Madeleine. Oh, thank God.

-Where are they all going? -The Germans have closed the harbor.

So we could have been in England days ago.

But no, you insisted Françoise take

this stupid exam, and now we're prisoners?

We are not prisoners. We are French citizens.

Yes. With Nazi monsters!

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That was Hervé, calling from Tremblay.

German troops have commandeered the house.

Bastards.

They think they can just take whatever they want.

They do have guns and tanks.

And it could have been much worse.

Maya and Marie-Thérèse could have been there.

Get the car.

Pablo, it's 300 miles.

-Then we better get on the road. -And what are you going

to do when we get there?

Ask the Nazis politely to give you back your house?

-I don't care about the house. -Then what?

We are gonna steal my art.

(gunshots, glass shattering)

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Put as much as you can in the car.

The rest in Hervé's truck.

-(clapping hands) -Hurry!

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PICASSO (chuckles): You should have seen it, my love.

We were a band of gypsies picking the Nazis clean.

What if you'd been caught?

Oh, impossible.

No, my African masks protect me

against all evil spirits.

This isn't a joke, Pablo. They might have killed you.

But they didn't. Did they?

So you saved your paintings.

Now we should go.

Go?

: Where?

To America.

It's too dangerous here.

Huh.

So...

...wh-when the fascists were far away in Spain,

you wanted to fight them.

You... you wanted me to paint Guernica.

And now that they are on our doorstep,

you-you just want to run away?

-* -(sighs)

Take it.

Go on.

Play that game you played

the night we first met.

Spread your fingers apart and drive the blade between them.

Pablo, please.

Even when you missed and drew blood,

-you didn't flinch. -I was drunk.

You were fearless.

You do what you want,

but I am going back to Paris.

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Come with me, Carles.

Show Mañach some of your work.

Nonell says he has a soft spot for Spaniards.

Mm. Well, you be the picador-- soften up the bull.

And when you've weakened him, I'll come in for the kill!

-(knocking) -I will get it.

You're onto something, and... clearly I am not.

Oh, uh, I'm looking for Pablo.

CASAGEMAS (laughs): You must be Pallarès.

-I see you've found our tailor. -Manuel.

I'm so glad you're finally here.

Where were you?

You were supposed to meet me at the station.

Ah. I lost track of the time.

I can see why.

Pallarès, say hello to Odette.

Enchantée.

Antoinette.

Lovely to meet you.

And Germaine.

We'll make coffee.

-Friends of Nonell's. -Mm.

-They were here when we arrived. -We didn't think it was polite

to ask them to leave.

No, of course not.

Since Pablo prefers Odette,

I'll have to satisfy the other two.

But I suppose I could find it in my heart to...

lend you Antoinette.

Is he serious?

Welcome to Paris.

-(chuckles) -(slaps Pallerès' back)

What do you think?

Spanish painters are as common as mud in Paris these days.

Very well, then.

I will find someone

who likes the common touch.

I'll take three on consignment.

See what I can do.

No promises.

I'll give you 100 francs

for all three of them.

Mm, I don't know, Berthe.

Young Spaniards are all the rage these days.

If you had another buyer, you would not have come to me.

Now, tell me, what is he like?

This...

Picasso?

Small.

Intense.

And exclusive to me, in case you're wondering.

MAÑACH: It wasn't easy.

But...

I managed to sell all three.

That's quite an achievement,

considering Spaniards are "as common as mud."

After my expenses and commission,

you've earned yourself 50 francs.

Or...

I could give you 150 francs every month.

In return,

I own everything you produce.

-Everything? -You keep the stipend

whether I sell the work or not; the risk is entirely mine.

This is the way the art business is conducted in Paris, Picasso.

Ask around; it's more than fair.

Can you pay in advance?

-To Picasso! -To Picasso!

-To Picasso! -(giggles)

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Let's dance.

I am in love with Germaine.

You're drunk.

True. But I'm also quite serious.

I can't paint, I can't sleep.

-I want to marry her. -(chuckles)

Carles...

we are not in Spain anymore.

You don't have to marry a woman or pay her to get her to...

I haven't.

Gotten her to...

I know, I know, I've-I've... I've boasted, but