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Previously on Genius...

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

We need you on ours.

So then you did this?

No. You did.

So, Luc, tell me about Tunisia.

You should come and visit sometime.

I should have kissed you the first time I saw you.

What's going on?

I'm not sleeping in there. Not with these things.

Where are earth are you going?

To catch a ferry to Tunisia.

To be with your teacher friend?

Before we have time to build a life together?

But, Pablo, it's beautiful.

'Cause that's how I see you.

You see the beauty beneath my ugliness.

What in God's name do you want?!

You know what, Papa, just forget about me.

Maman, too. No, wait, you already have.

I want Claude and Paloma to know the rest of their family.

You are an angel, Maya.

And a wonderful big sister.

They're wonderful children.

I've been getting a marvelous response to your paintings.

I sold three pieces this month.

She's not like Maman.

If you do not treat her better, you are going to lose her.

I should leave you.

Don't be ridiculous.

Nobody leaves Picasso!

I don't think you've met my cousin Jacqueline.

It's an honor, Monsieur Picasso.

Pablo, I'm leaving you.

Is there someone else?

Kostas.

Without me, what will your life be?

I don't know. But it will be my own.

His Excellency is in a very talkative mood today.

The same could be said for His Royal Barber.

I just thought you'd be overwhelmed with joy at the news of our

beloved General Franco's recovery from influenza.

Yeah, the bastard refuses to die.

Eh, shh. Be careful.

When old men start talking about dying, Death pricks up his ears.

Just finish up.

We are gonna be late for the bullfighting.

Pablo, you are not going anywhere.

How long were you listening?

You're worse than Franco's spies.

You know very well Dr. Bernal

does not want you leaving the house.

Doctors, what do they know?

Mm. I'm feeling fine.

You are not going. And that's that.

Mm. I'll see you soon!

Okay, my friend!

PiCASSO: Amigo! Thank you! Yeah! Bye! Bye!

Hasta la próxima. Yeah. Bye.

Didier, will you please open the gate for Monsieur Arias?

Uh, Vamos. Vamos.

Come to my house. I want to paint you.

Maybe after work.

No. No.

I must get back to work.

Listen to me. Quit your job.

I'll take care of you. Move in with me.

He's already moved on.

He's found himself some, 20-year-old,

installed her in his mansion. Poor thing.

Mm. And what about Kostas, the Greek god of rescue?

Where is he now?

I didn't need rescuing.

I just, I just needed, some fun.

Oh.

Didn't last long.

You broke his heart. Poor Kostas. So, now what?

I want to move on, too.

Be free of him.

Shh, you'll wake the children.

Let me help you.

Thank you. It's very nice to meet you, Jacqueline.

Yes. You, too.

Whoa! Two!

What?

For a moment, it was like the first time I ever saw you.

Come. I want to show you what I have been working on.

Careful, careful. Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

Papa always lets us play with his paints.

Claude, Paloma, why don't you

just go and unpack your suitcases?

Jacqueline, please help them.

The lines are strong, but the colors are diffused.

As if the artist was in two minds about what he wants.

Listen, um, tomorrow, you must come to Cannes with me.

Jacqueline wants to buy a new house, and, I am not sure.

Why would you want me to help

you pick a house for you and Jacqueline?

Because I trust you.

I'm sorry. I'm going back to Paris tomorrow.

Oh. But I thought you were staying.

It's your time with the children, Pablo.

Right.

There is someone else, isn't there?

That's why you want to rush home.

Fine, be a mystery.

Come out with me tonight. If I bore you,

just, then you can go back to Paris.

I made a terrible mistake.

I want you back, and I love you.

You were right, Pablo.

I met someone.

Who is he?

His name is Luc.

He was an art teacher for a while in

Tunisia, and, um, now he's back in Paris.

That's, that's the one you tried

to run off to when the scorpions attacked.

You traded the greatest artist in the world for an art teacher?

Last I heard, Matisse is still alive.

Poor Henri. You know, he stopped working. Yeah.

Yeah. A painter must always reach for his brush or charcoal,

every day, if he wants to stay alive.

Do one thing for me.

He wants you to go to Spain to ride around a bullring?

No, he can't go to Spain.

Not with Franco in power.

Um, they built a ring in the square in Vallauris

for this one bullfight, just for him.

Oh, of course. Because his ego is not big enough already.

Someone always rides out and bows to el presidente,

after which the corrida can begin.

And, for this one fight, it's him.

I'm sorry. I was looking forward to spending time with you, too.

Without the children.

I just don't understand why it

takes you 10 days to prepare for this.

I thought you knew how to ride.

It's dressage.

I need to select a horse, work with it...

You say you want to move on from him.

Yet, at the first opportunity, you let him draw you back in.

I think he sees

it as a way to close the book on us.

And I do think it would be good for us going forward to

be on friendly terms for the children.

Picasso! Picasso! Picasso! Picasso!

Picasso! Picasso! Picasso! Pi...

I have some upsetting news.

Mm-hmm.

Paulo called. Um, he was very shaken.

He says that, uh, Olga is dying.

I'm so sorry.

She's in the hospital, and he doesn't think she has long.

Can't you see I'm working?

Didn't you hear me? She's dying.

I heard.

Aren't you going to visit her?

I don't want to remember her that way.

Tubes, machines, and doctors, you know.

Hospitals are places of death.

Now leave me alone. I am painting here.

Is that, uh, is that how it will be if I ever fall ill?

You will leave me to suffer alone in a, in a hospital?

I'm a curse in hospitals.

You wouldn't want me there. Believe me.

You don't love me.

You don't, you, I should just leave you.

Do what you want.

This, is what I want.

I'm happy you called, Françoise, so.

Well, I figured, um, since

you were going to be in Paris anyway...

Yeah, we had many happy years here, right?

Yes, we did.

Luc and I are getting married.

That's why you came here?

To dangle your happiness in front of me? Really?

You have Jacqueline.

Mm-hmm.

I can't be happy, too?

Are you doing this to make me jealous?

Because if you are, you are succeeding.

I can get rid of her, and you and I

can get back together again. Huh?

Pablo, this isn't a game.

I wanted your blessing.

Yeah?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

No, I am not upset.

You know, just go, get married.

You know, I hope it's a fiasco. You know where the door is.

Where's my husband?

He's not in the house, Madame?

No. When did you last see him?

A couple of hours ago. He walked his barber to the car.

Did you see him go back inside?

Idiot! He snuck off to see the bulls.

Go find him, bring him home!

Olé! Olé!